#it's fluffy too

[thatiranianphantom]

It was, of course, George who expressed the sentiment. 

“Of course, Drew, of course, it took you less than three months.”

(She also mutters under her breath about how if she’d held off eight more weeks she’d have won a ton of money.)

But five months would have been impossible. Even three months had felt like forever to Nancy. A short eternity. An eternity filled with sex and snuggling and breakfasts and movie nights and her friends and dads’ gentle ribbing and more happiness than she could ever remember feeling. Still, an eternity. She’s sure some would say they moved far too fast. She was, after all, not even 21, and while they were practically living together and were certainly planning on forever, getting married before she could legally drink did sound like a crazy idea to many. 

But the way they had looked at it, they’d been apart. They didn’t want to be apart anymore, not for a moment longer. And they were soulmates, both planning on forever, so why wait just to wait?

If he hadn’t proposed, she knows she would have. And it was so them, right after a banishment ritual, her hair still windswept, his fingers digging into her sides as he held her back from the spirit that had threatened to carry her away. 

She had turned to face him, and he’d been looking at her with this light in his eyes, a light she had never seen before. 

“Nance,” he had gasped. “Nance, marry me.” 

She surged up and kissed him, and again, they didn’t need any words. They never had. 

I choose this, she had said to Temperance. And she did. And she would, she’d choose him anywhere, anytime, in any lifetime. 

From there, they’d made it five days. 

(Realistically, that was for Bess’ sanity, because the amount of permutations on five days to plan a wedding, are both of you bloody insane that they’d heard in that time period necessitated at least a few days between engagement and wedding.)

It was perfect. It was beautiful. It was just them, at the waterfront, their friends in attendance, her dads walking her down the aisle (Ryan had definitely cried when she’d stressed she wanted him there too). Nick marries them, a smile on his face and a few secret glances at George that none of them miss. 

There is never a question of where the honeymoon will be, but it does take them a few months to save up. 

And then they’re there, living out her dream, and it feels like it is indeed a dream, too good to be true, too blissful to have come out of the last few months. They recreate her parents’ honeymoon photo, Ace’s arm slipped around her waist, his lips pressing into her cheek, Nancy trying valiantly to hold back tears, and she can feel both her mothers with her as much as if they had been physically standing there. 

And so, three months after the banishment of a curse that Nancy Drew had thought damned her entire life, she tips her head back onto her husband’s shoulder, breathing in the scent of Paris around her, and she knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that George was right all that time ago, that love was the most human of all things.  (Of course, the story doesn’t end there. The adventures ahead, good, bad and otherwise, come fast for Nancy Drew Hardy, in a future she knows will begin as soon as she sets foot in Horsehoe Bay again, but that’s okay, because it’s a future they get to have, and they get to have it together.)

[yzomiris]

Jadzia has tAIL or a white streak?

It's a tail! :3 a real one!

[hinamie]

shhhh

[circuscountdowns]

various doodles n requests for cuddles, pets, pet names o7

[tinylongwing]

Some days you just need to appreciate the cotton ball with legs that is a baby Killdeer. Today feels like one of those days.

[heartorbit]

figure skating set right now please. thanks

[delicourse]

i miss them a little if im gonna be honest

[may12324]

💙Dimension 20: Burrow's End 💙

It was such a joy to be able to work on this show, I'm so excited for everyone to be able to watch it for the first time! It's such a sweet and heartfelt story, but also jam packed with action and amazingly detailed minis 👀

[will41n]

guys are you ready *gives your effo long hair i mean. it kinda fits him!

[wtfforged]

boy why you so legs

[sugarlywhispers]

Just thinking about Bakugou falling to the floor, laughing –silently, shoulders shaking– as you try to ease your son's sadness over his own dad crying in laugh at an awful drawing the kid did of you. Artistic, you called it, which made Bakugou loose it completely.

"It's ugly," your five year old son says, pouting and looking deflected.

"Oh, no, honey... it's b-beautiful!" You're trying so fucking hard not to laugh too.

At least you have the decency to hide it, trying to be as kind and gentle with your son as possible. Contrary to your husband, Bakugou Katsuki, who is almost laying on the floor, not hiding his laughs at all. The bitch.

Your son sighs in sadness. "It's good, honey, I promise. You just... You just have to keep it up, okay? If this is what you like, do it. Keep drawing and practicing until you feel good, alright?"

"But daddy is laughing..."

That makes your husband laugh louder and harder, now completely laying on the floor.

"DADDY DOESN'T KNOW ANYTHING, ANYWAY. DON'T LISTEN TO HIM!" You yell over the strenuous laugh of Katsuki, before throwing one of the pillows of the couch at him, successfully hitting him on the face.

"Do you like it, mommy?" Your son's pretty wet puppy eyes makes you melt.

"Of course I do. I'm going to put it over the fridge door, like I do with all your drawings, baby," you promise as you hug your son. He hides his face on your neck as his little arms hug you back tightly around your neck.

Your eyes found Katsuki's, who is still on the floor, crying. His eyes then find again the drawing that it's forgotten on the floor and he begins laughing again.

You are so gonna kick his ass.

But you have to admit... the drawing is funny.

[planefood]

warriored cats

[formerheroeswhoquittoolate]

headcanon that the smaller batkids steal the bigger ones' hoodies and jackets. and by "bigger ones" I mean literally anyone bigger than them.

jason gets the short end of the stick because dick and all his little siblings take his. tim's the only one bold enough to go for the leather jackets (well, and cass, but they're way too wide in the shoulders for her) but it's not uncommon to find dick or stephanie in a dark red or gray hoodie that smells of motor oil and gunpowder.

damian usually takes dick's hoodies, but they're very oversized on him. on the bright side, there are thumbholes in the sleeves of all dick's hoodies, so he can still use his hands. the thumbholes make them a hot commodity in the winter.

there is a tim-steph-cass jacket pipeline. steph steals tim's hoodies and cass takes them from steph. hence tim stealing jason's leather jackets -- steph won't take them, so he gets to hold on to them until jason realizes and takes them back. sometimes cass will also steal duke's hoodies, but she always returns them clean and neatly folded (unlike how it goes with the rest of the family, in which they are returned only under threat of blackmail or with long rounds of negotiation).

this is an extremely long-standing ring of jacket theft. you cannot leave a hoodie unattended in wayne manor. damian doesn't actually own any hoodies, and cass only owns one, because there's so many other people in the house to "borrow" one from. nowhere is safe. steph once broke into dick's apartment to steal his warm hoodie, the one with the fuzz on the inside.

but it goes the other way sometimes. jason leaves things in the pockets of his leather jackets for tim -- film for his camera, hand sanitizer, half-filled punch cards for local coffee shops with "drink water too, fucker" written on the back. cass will tuck little slips of paper in the cuffed sleeves when she leaves hoodies out. the notes don't say anything, but they have little smiley faces and hearts on them, and steph has taken to doing something similar with corny jokes. dick just straight-up leaves candy in the hoods of his jackets.

it's a game, it's a love language. it's simultaneously annoyance and affection. there's nothing like wearing a hoodie that's too big for you, that smells like your family, to make you feel safe.

[hodinodi]

torgawl🐺

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Batman: Crime is abnormaly quiet today, one more round and we should go home, chum.

Robin (Jason): A-Okay. I may even have time to read a bit before going to bed.

Batman: I'll think about it.

Robin: We could go to Bat Burguer! Di-Nightwing said they have an amazing chocolate milkshake.

Batman: I don't know, Robin...

Robin: I'm sure they have banana milkshake as well or something fruity.

Batman: Hm

Robin: I knew it!

Batman: Hm??

Robin: You are a fruit bat.

Batman: what?

Robin: I was reading a book about animals and they say that of the 1200 known species of bats only three are vampire bats. You are too normal to be a vampire bat. Also vampire bats are smaller and you are very big and vampire bats move solo and while you like to prented to be moody and lonley you have me, Agent A, Batgirl and Nightwing and that just in Gotham. So you are a fruit bat. And you love fruity things.

Batman: *smilling* I suppose.

Robin: And that means we are going to drink the milkshakes because you can't refuse fruit things!

Batman: Because I'm a fruit bat.

Robin: Yeah!!

----- [somewhere in the future] ----

Robin (Damain): I'm the son of Batman, I'll drink your blood, Hood.

Red Hood: Nah, B's totally a fruit bat and as the "blood son" that just means you like banana milkshake, sorry demon brat.

Batman: *in the background, accidentaly listens* *happy hm*

[attleboy]

more dog core pomni with her being patted by ragatha plsssssssssssssssssssssssss🥹

okay this is what the poll was at last i checked (ruffled)... of course you guys picked the long one lmao you guys just know... hope you enjoy your gay people 👍