#just come here. come home to me

[truuskn]

he's so cute and sillyyy 😫 my goood, look at him, just look at him!! how do we even have the nerve to pump his life with angst? my dude deserves to be happy 24/7

[eeverlark]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[buglyknight]

394) Who Sent You?

Something has to snap, right?

Is it my steadily declining psyche

You-

Yell at me

We stay at the creek

In the trunk

I bring you a smoothie

I don’t really touch mine,

Too busy staring at you.

You’re mad, you said over the phone

I smile as you ream into me

My self-destructive appetite

That forms so eagerly in your absence

How do I keep that at bay?

How do I make you stay?

Not your fault

It's not like it had ever gone away.

We stare at each other for a bit

Don’t say a word

So, who sent you?

You forgot the cards

So, we just talk afterward

About the tattoo shop

About Plunger, your old turtle

Who’s name I forgot

I only remembered it was silly

NOT AGAIN! I'LL REMEMBER!

We talk about my grandparents house

Want to stay there for a week, with me?

It’ll be like that Christmas where I wished to hold you

But never could

When I stared at the mirror

Wanting to materialize through it and find you

Christmas was for the ones we love

Why was I here, with family?

I only wanted to be with you

Maybe in the winter, huh

After your wedding

Keep making all our plans for the winter

I don't think you'll follow through

I think that's the plan, though

You want me to crush your hand

To punch it as hard as I can

To see how it feels

And you do the same but I

Can barely feel it

How can hands like those

Reduce me into nothing but a puddle?

I want to be absorbed into you

Like water into sand

Build a castle with me, won’t you?

Tell me, who the hell sent you?

Oh, how do I explain the roller coaster

Of my butterflies

As you treat me like a dog

Pinch my ear and pull my cheek

Push my chin to the side

Oh I want to collapse, I feel so weak

Grab my hair like you did before

Such wonderful hands I gasp for more

I soar! I soar!

Why am I so into everything you do?

I want to kiss you

You want to slap me harder

I tell you to do it

So, we practice

Rubbing my thumb provocatively

Driving me crazy

When I catch your throat in my hand

You always lick your lips

I stare at your tongue when you do

Press my thumb to your mouth

You smile

Barely open it and hesitate

Tease me without meaning too

I love those teeth

That smile is heavenly

I’ll tease you back

Massaging your thighs

Watch as your eyes flutter

Your hands grasp the air with frustration

Teach you patience

Good girl.

I can feel the heat through the body suit

As I move further up

Then-

Around

Never too close

Only for a moment

Will I press up against you

My finger teasing

“That feels way better”

Than what?

I should’ve asked what you meant

Instead, I indulge in your pleasure

You are at my mercy

I delight in your beauty

You tentatively show me how wet you are

Enticed I want to hold you to me

This sensation, new to me

So many things I feel with you

That I feel with no other

I’ve never been turned on by how turned on the other person was

Always indifferent

“What if I just did it myself?”

You ask,

As if I wouldn’t stop you

I place your own hand between your leg

Show me that frustration

You are too shy

But I was only going to let you for a second

Before I pinned you to the blanket

Stupid girl, you had no clue?

I stare down your shirt hungrily

I try to be respectful with your skirt

Your leggings

You put your hair up and I give you a massage

I try to take in all of your beauty

How do I fit into this heaven?

Can I only have you for a moment?

Once a week?

Is anyone meant to be this happy?

Is it meant to be impermanent?

Is this some forbidden fruit?

I’ll eat it down to the core.

The cyanide will only kill me, eventually

That sounds worth it

Hey, by the way, who sent you?

You tell me to sit on top

I straddle you

Tell you to peg me just like this

Half-joking

And you look so gorgeous like this

I search my brain for words to compare

Perfect to the pores

Dreamy and divine

What words fit your visage here?

I stumble over them,

What fucking word fits more than heavenly?

I can only think of one thing

I ask it

"Who sent you?"

Where did you come from, Lovebug?

Surely somewhere Heaven originates from

So dreamy to me

Let me see the world with your ease.

Who sent you?

To keep me shackled without due

I was made for us, it's true

it's true

I might've missed it

Who did you say sent you?

Surely you transcend even the bounds of heaven

You are the vista of spring

I stand in the winter and wait for your bloom

Permission for life to continue

You tell me I am beautiful here

I feel beautiful, here

Like I am more than I am

I was made for this harmony

Tell me you don’t feel the same

Shatter my illusions

My delusions

Rip me off like a band-aid

Why are you doing this?

This is my favorite moment, here

“Our skin is the same color,

We are the same person”

These things you say

What do you want me to do with them?

I pick them up and I try to hold them

How impossible a task you’ve given

What sense will I etch into my skin?

Made from the same star

We are drawn to each other

So, stay with me, stupid girl

I would love to call you mine

Still, I abstain

Are you a coward?

Or are you certain in this decision?

What do I do with those words?

I pick them up

I carry them with me

How do I put them down again?

Let me take us somewhere else.

Let me know who sent you.

I want to take off my shirt again

As you trace my arms and body

I want to feel your fingertips

Can I really live like this?

In these fleeting weekly moments?

To hold you

I love you always

Never faltered

Is this something I really wasn’t

Meant to find?

To hold onto your bones

Till the end of time?

The way you kiss my cheek when I lie on my stomach

Who sent you, Lovebug?

Are you some assassination attempt?

Is this some cruel joke with a twisted plot?

You're my purpose. no matter what I got

Someone dare you to do this?

Maybe God made you and then sent you to torment me

You the Devil's hireling?

You got a different accent under that American one?

British super spy or an undercover Russian?

I hate that you’re with him

I’m left alone

Why do you still come around?

Why not make me a home?

Whenever you get the chance

I'd love to hear

Who sent you?

And who is taking you away?

Why did you have to go?

Stay with me

Stay with me

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

With you at my side, I've forgotten my homesickness.

[s0fter-sin]

something people just don’t think about is how often chronically ill and disabled people just don’t have access to good food. not healthy food, good food; well made, tasty meals that don’t come from a jar or a freezer. how many of us are housebound or can’t drive? delivery services only offer within certain distances, if you live outside a city they aren’t an option. many people don’t have the energy or ability to cook for themselves if they have the skill to begin with. many certainly don’t have the ability to learn how. it’s something that goes completely unnoticed, just the opportunity to have a good meal and how much that wears you down

[inkskinned]

i had been used for my body before, i didn't mind it. i had a good trick about it - i didn't have to be there, not in my skin. i could wear the mirror, wear the puppet. you would see your perfect girl, a little monster i had concocted. she would glisten, distilled out of my own blood and venom. it meant i would be using you instead - you think you are taking from me? darling, i think this is a fucking joke, a role i am playing. you can't hurt me, i'm not present for the event. this is just a body, like a book is only words.

and then you came into my life, easy and honest. reaching for my hand in the crowded holiday market. passing me a water before i realize i'm thirsty. checking on me once, twice - the first time i said i'm okay, you knew i was lying. i keep thinking about the shape of your blue eyes and the wild of your hair the last time i saw you. how you got out of my car and when you looked back, i was looking back too. your quiet breathing in a hotel room.

you kissed me like you meant it, is the thing.

i don't know how to be a person yet, not fully. i don't know how to let you kiss me and touch bone. i tell my friends i hate this so much i want to throw up. your name slips into my head - i am no longer really ever alone. a little frazzled heartrate keeps splattering against my collarbone. my therapist asked yesterday - why are you afraid? what is the cost of vulnerability?

a terrifying thought: when i'm with you, it feels like finally coming home.

[egophiliac]

CROWLEY SSR THOUGHTS

there is zero basis for this, but I can't get this thought of my head

I don't know why I decided to draw it this way

[koipudding]

jing yuan, who loves when you’re wearing his clothes, and you return them to him. it’s so domestic and simple but he craves it. (gn reader, not a serious drabble.) reader is characterized as smaller than jy, interpret as you wish.

wc: 470

The clothes smell like you, of course. The laundry detergent you bought, your shampoo and the little scent beads you like to put in the washing machine. He doesn’t mind the musk that lingers on his old shirts after you clean the whole house, no of course not. Jing Yuan adores smelling your musk, lotion and conditioner melding together and melting into his shirt.

You go out to buy new scent beads every other month, a tiny little jar of them. Jing Yuan swears to anyone who listens that you’re doing this on purpose. Mixing your shampoo and lotion to match with the scent beads, changing the fabric softener to mess with his head (and laundry). He laments this to Fu Xuan, Qingzu, and Yanqing, who all beg you to stick to one routine before the General loses his sanity (of course, everyone groans and ignores him. they’ve had enough of his marital escapades, and they just tell him to marry you again if he’s this smitten. Thus, after a decade of marriage, Jing Yuan has rewritten his vows.) He likes these little variances in his routine, the little harmless surprise that keeps him on his toes.

(He swears it's just because you picked it out. You know it's because it reminds him that there's finally a home for him to return to.)

"I'm back, do you know what the others said during the meeting, they were planning on handing off more paperwork, but I insisted mimi and you would--" He stops in his tracks. This must be unfair. Divine Punishment? Did he anger Lan? his ancestors?

Jing Yuan sees you wearing nothing but some socks, his shorts and t-shirt (both of which hang off of your smaller frame). He runs over, pace quickening.

You yelp quietly, backing away before he pounces onto you, bearing all of his weight onto you. He can't help it, you're so cute wearing his outfit, doing laundry and making dinner.

“You smell so good.” he buries his face into your neck, inhaling the sun on your skin, lotion he bought for you, and the conditioner you've taken from his stash.

“And you smell icky.” You push him off gently, but his arms only tighten. He just got back from work, and he reeks of sweat. But you can’t ignore how your heart races whenever he gets up to these antics, and you can’t help but indulge in his whims. 

This is a regular habit. He barely removes his armor before running to you, and clings to you like a sullen child, asking about dinner and how his darling and mimi have been. You can only sigh and pat his head while he recharges in your lap (or, in Yanqing’s words: naps.) 

"thank you, for everything," He whispers into your ear, "You're doing great, sweetheart."

a/n: I was talking to a coworker abt how the only thing that brings me joy now is a 2d man (jy) and buying new scent beads/laundry scent boosters or sample perfume. then I had this idea. also that ending bit :,) sending good vibes to all with my first fic of the new yr!

[crabsnpersimmons]

"Do your best today! I'll be waiting here when you get home, starlight~💕"

had two busy days of work outside of my cave and the only thing that kept me going was the sight of my housewife/househusband Eclipse waiting for me at home

that is, the sketch of him waiting for me to finish drawing him 😂

starring @starriegalaxy's Eclipse from her Fear Factor AU/House Husband AU

[benevolenterrancy]

May your hardened heart be woken By the soft and distant song Of all you left here unspoken All the shards we keep stepping on - Take this body home Take this body home Call the wind, and let her know Take this life outgrown Take this broken soul Call the stars, call them all And take it high, take it far, take it home

[fukashiin]

ACEYUU WOKE ME FROM THE DEAD

book 7 spoilers <3 very long rant im sorry!!

it was never meant to be this way. when he was such an ass to us in the prologue, when he laid those pesky remarks upon us and immediately assuming that we got into NRC as a janitor because we weren't good enough without any prior knowledge of how we were brought here against our will and having to adapt to such an unfamiliar environment where everything - trends, names, history, and even the currency - were different. he didn't know about the throbbing headache we had while the headmage was explaining the school's curriculum and suddenly bringing up the word "magic" into the conversation like it was foreign language.

he thinks he's above us just because we're a clueless student who couldnt cast any spells and took up the miserable job just for the sake of money and to live. he had this one-way "not my problem!!" mindset about us that he dipped the moment after because he never would have suspected that we would grow to be something more important, something more irreplaceable in his life.

he never meant to test the waters, and he's drowning by mistake.

his concern for you gets more obvious as each book advances (or was it always obvious??). you're just an otherworlder oblivious to the dangers that lurk in twisted wonderland, so it's only casual for him to fret about when you've been taken into scarabia with minimal escape routes, to be the first one to notice that you were missing among the entourage of people that have been kidnapped, to be the only one to point out that you weren't in the best condition AND suggesting to bring you back home in case the party was all too much. he knows how vulnerable you are, and he jumps into action as quick as possible because that's basically his brand. nothing deeper!!! (unknown dangers lurk around you on the daily, but you lurk in his mind so much more than he lets on. you're probably more used to the dangers of magic than he's used to the thought of you occupying his mind 24/7. isnt that ironic)

and he didn't consider the complications of how dangerous it could be for the headmage to send us back to our original world, possibly damaging the very fabrics of time and space and ceasing to exist while transporting - he just instantly goes to the part where the news was positive and that we could travel between Twisted Wonderland and earth in one piece, blocking out his surroundings just to see your smile, as that was possibly the happiest you could have ever been in front of him.

imagine each time he hangs out with someone new, or if someone has gained a romantic interest in him once you've left, he tries to find a part of "you" in them in his peripheral vision. whether they have an ounce of bravery that you had, whether they're as understanding as you are to know that he isn't just a human built of jokes and pranks, whether they won't doubt him like the rest did - as you were the only one who truly believed in his capability to truly lead the rest out of danger.

he could beg for other people to believe in him, to see that his skills could draw out much more if he really wanted to, but he didn't have to do that with you. in a flashing moment of possible failure, he turned to you in a heartbeat, uncharacteristically, desperately calling out for you to save him because he had no idea what was happening. he almost started to lose himself and quickly realises that the power he was wielding so suddenly wasn't some lousy spell, that it could possibly cause someone's life, and you were there to steady him when he needed it the most. a rarity of a scene he entrusted his entire body to you with. you believed in him. you ARE the betterment of him.

you held his hand like a vow, to protect each other and strengthen through every obstacle and turmoil that drives you one step closer to becoming a better version of yourself. your hand, tightly coiled around his, radiated the warmth and comfort he needed in his times of darkness and inner conflict.

it should've been you. you're perfect.

and that's why his dream still has you in it. it doesn't have to be one way or the other, you can simply go back and forth to his world and your own in just a snap! he could never dream of you leaving his sight and grasp, hindering him from ever telling you how much you actually meant. he has all the time in the world.

and that's what he wants, but his heart says otherwise, and that's fine. he just wants you to be safe and see him for who he is. you inspired him to take pride in his name, as an ace can do anything!!

[rimatsu]

if tommy doesn't propose by asking buck "will you be my last, evan?" then what's the point of anything really

[welcometoteyvat]

"Come on. Everyone's waiting for you."

[bonpyree]

i’ve been going through something lately

[bacchuschucklefuck]

okay unironically I love so much that porter is like this world SUCKS its BAD here and it HURTS you why do you care abt it!!! and literally every single bad kid is like ngl we just hate ur ass it does not matter what ur philosophy is

[spotsupstuff]

day 22 and 25 -looks at date- or at least inspired by them