#k going to bed

[bra1nw0rmz]

I’m really drunk um

[sweetieviktor]

"it's the tradition", feat. viktor.

summary: it's christmas in runeterra and couples are sharing kisses under the mistletoe.

word count: 1.000. (yes! exactly 1k im happy with it :]

content warning: just fluff as always! :DD (written with s1 viktor in mind!!!

author notes: ITS 5AM AND IVE WRITTEN 2 FICS IN A DAY, maybe im going to die but fuck it we ball. love viktor and love xmas, i wish i could use sweaters but in brazil december is sooo hot but yeah, here it is a lil something for the holidays. hope u like it!! :)))

whenever some holiday approaches, piltover academy is adorned in it's colour by students. it's december and the halls are decorated with reds and greens all the way, bringing joy to those who look up and see the fairy lights blinking slowly to them. christmas is coming, and so is winter.

everyone is using their thickest coats, but there's still some people who are cold, even if they are holding hot drinks to warm up both their hands and their body, or if they are rubbing their arms, creating some friction that could maybe help it, or sharing kisses under the mistletoe meticulously placed on the tree near the entrance of the academy, which have all kind of things hanging on it. some letters addressed to santa, little brilliant baubles made in all type of materials you could think of, red bows and colorful lights, all made by it's students.

you wanted to spend your day like this, enjoying over your partner's warmth under the mistletoe. well, life isn't fair. he was already working and you needed to work too, but maybe you could bring him some sweet milk and cookies on your lunch break, right?

so once the clock hitted midday, you walked to the cafeteria, the same one you and viktor got out on your first date, and ordered enough cookies for both of you. the women on the other side of the counter packed them to you, putting the little bag on your right hand, while you carried the cup of sweet milk on the other. finally, you got out, hands full, hoping that you could bring him some of the christmas spirit when leaving those in the lab.

when you made it to the academy again, it was even more crowded than earlier, students going in and out, chatting and joking around, throwing snowballs at each other and playing in the snow. and again, the couples kissing under the mistletoe. and all you could think of was him. oh, how you missed his kisses. so you hurried up, the flashy holiday themed colors in the halls blending together in an indistinguishable blur.

once you reached his lab, you knocked on the door, anxiously waiting for an answer. you could feel how your heart thumped against your ribs, maybe it's the nervousness or just because you runned all the way to come here in time. “come in,” was all you could hear from inside.

you turned the door knob, pushing it so you could enter the lab. he was hunched over his desk, but once he looked past his shoulder, realizing you were the one who got in, his golden eyes immediately lighted up, just like the fairy lights, but shined even brighter when he seemed the baked goods you carried, then turning again to his work, “just wait a bit, i will finish this, ehh- hopefully soon.”

you came from behind him, leaving both the bag and the cup over his desk, “i know these are your favorites,” you put your hand on his shoulder, “and it's my break now, but soon i need to get back to work,” his hand stopped, no longer making calculations. he looked up at you, then at the papers in front of him, thinking if he should or not give in.

sighing, he let the pencil over the papers. you knew he would keep working if you didn't say it. “i guess i could give myself a break, then,” the corners of his mouth quirking up while he reached for the bag, opening it and letting the smell of the cookies bathe the place, bringing coziness alongside it. he shoved his hand on the bag, picking one up and biting onto it, humming softly when it melted on his tongue, then bringing the almost half cookie to your lips, only to put away and eat it himself.

he was laughing loudly, keeping a hand over his mouth, to prevent any crumbs from coming out. “you ain't fair,” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. you knew he was just joking, but you wanted to eat too, “i brought those so we both could eat. together!”

“i know, i know!”, he said, getting the cup of sweet milk and taking a sip of it, “but it's fun to tease you. can't help it,” he shrugged, looking at your pouty expression turning into one of anger. picking another cookie, he proceeded to feed you first, your frown immediately disappearing. he was trying to not laugh again, but he couldn't contain it, as he did so, soon the frown came back to your face.

“stop making fun of me and let me eat, for jannas's sake,” you also couldn't keep your smile from growing, it was such a good atmosphere that, even if you were mad at him for stealing your cookie and laughing at you, you couldn't be mad for longer than thirty seconds.

you were laughing with him, happy with how your lunch was going, eating and talking, so busy with everything that you didn't see him fidgeting, looking for something inside his jacket pocket. once there was no more food nor milk, he cleaned his hands, bringing one over you both, holding something up. a mistletoe.

you scoffed, running your hand over your face, “really, viktor?”, you were astonished, he truly got one of those just he could have an excuse to kiss you?

“well, it's the tradition, isn't it?”, he grinned, placing his free hand on your waist, bringing you closer, “any person who's under the mistletoe must kiss, it's correct?”

“yes, absolutely correct,” you put both hands on each side of his face, kissing his lips softly, tasting the sugar on his mouth. “but you taste like milk and cookies,” you kissed him again, just to make sure you got it right, “maybe next year i will bring you more of these, so we could kiss under the mistletoe again.”

“oh, christmas may be my favorite holiday now.”

[thousand-winters]

In regards of Saiki with depression, consider:

The volcano was very real but it also feels very much like an allegory.

He kept turning back time because he couldn't stop it but no matter how much he tried, he couldn't do it alone. And so he was trapped on a loop, never moving forward, trapped in the same year and going through the motions over and over, which made him feel even more alienated because he was the only one who knew. For him it was all pointless to think about the future because he couldn't do what was necessary to be able to move forward.

And then... he met Toritsuka and he met Aiura. And for the first time he had friends to help him through it. And because he had friends he could trust and rely on, he finally managed to stop the volcano, to get out of the loop, to finally be able to dream about having a future instead of being stuck at the same point over and over.

Do you see it? Do you see the vision?

[xochimillilili]

My pretty puppy~ Come cuddle on my lap sweetheart, come here I've got you, we can cuddle all cozy and comfy in bed together while it rains outside. My lovely boy, you look adorable in my lap~ All sweet and sitting so nicely with your lovely collar on, I'll hold your leash baby, I've got you, you can rest your pretty lil head on my chest, that's it good boyyy, such a good boy sitting on my lap like a good pup

You know love, I think that you've got the sweetest smile in the world, sweetest little laugh too— the softest hair, perfect for petting and giving head scratches, my beloved pup. You've got the most lovely tummy for rubbing and kissing too. I'll keep you safe from any thunder, keep you warm from the cold rain; though obviously we can go and have a run around just for the fun of it~

I've got you honey, I'm here, I'm staying with you all night and all day— I'm never gonna leave your side my love. My precious boy, you're the most lovely good pup in the world, I'm so proud and happy to be able to love you everyday~

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

ive just seen a fuckign. BL manga where it's the dudes faces are that of bacon, lettuce and tomato. and all i can think of is that godforsaken prozd bit with the romance anime where the characters are household objects

[clumsycapitolunicorn]

"You can't get rid of me that easily."

CARLA CONNOR & LISA SWAIN | CORONATION STREET

[yu-huuuu]

I absolutely love your Sesshomaru Hc! One thing I noticed during my current episode of Inuyasha/Sesshomaru obsession: he. Is. 175cm. (5‘9). And looks like 19.

Now, how would he react if someone of european descent, who are in average a bit taller and curvier than Asians, in their mid twenties turned up? And they had a hair colour that isn’t black? Because yes, his entire family has white hair, Shippo has reddish-brown hair, but most Asians have black hair. (Fun fact: when my family was in China, and my brother had blonde highlights, so many people wanted to make pictures with him, because that was so rare 😂)

So, yeah, what do you think?

[ 🌸 ] waaaait nooo— and besides, we're talking about ancient times. Approximately 500 years ago in Kagome's original time, and over 800 years ago for us now

Girly, they would easily label you as a demon or some celestial being from the heavens 🤭🤍 (it would probably be more the latter tho…)

characters: sesshomaru; some character mentions

…

— Sesshomaru will be curious when he sees you.

— Beautiful blue eyes that could rival any pearl?

— Hair like the sun and curly?

— Pale skin but not sickly, with some freckles?

— Plump and rosy lips?

— Extravagant and dazzling features?

— A curvy and elegant figure?

— Woman, you would really be extravagant, especially with that sweet accent you have.

— You, on the other hand, would be surprised; you're just a foreign exchange student at a university, and by some twist of fate, you became friends with a young girl who goes to a secondary school. You met her when you went to a café and ran into her.

— And one day, suddenly, you're sucked into ancient times by a strange well that was in her house.

— How terrible!

— On the other hand, many people stare at you; you draw a lot of attention at first glance.

— Maybe it’s because of your features or your accent; maybe it’s the way you act and how your body is too different from what people are used to.

— But despite that, you can't help but feel as if someone is watching you from afar.

— What?

— Where is Kagome?

— And why did Inuyasha, Kagome’s boyfriend, whom just days ago you thought was just an irresponsible young man, suddenly have ears and is growling while looking into the distance and—

— Oh.

— Wait…

— Did Inuyasha just call that majestic man over there, who is now staring at you intently, his brother?

[your-fuccked-up-dad-volume100]

you're scared?? what do you mean you're scared??? you're the one who wanted a stalker. you're the one who wanted someone so obsessed with you that they thought of no one else. I've spent fucking months figuring out every little detail about you. I know your favorite place to go after school, I know the gym you go to, I know your doctors office for fucks sake. and now that I'm here you're scared? you want me gone? well I think it's a little late for that. you're fucking mine. now get the fuck in the car. 🔪

[antennatoheaven]

diversity win! your dead father is genderqueer

[rainbowresurrection]

Don't get me wrong, Spock choking out the captain on the hot sands of Vulcan is a classic. But we simply cannot gloss over the moments where Spock is literally trembling with desire. Hand clenched in a fist behind his back. I'm shocked to not see more fan art of The Wrist Grabbing Scene. Sturgeon was Really onto something

[lycheedr3ams]

Currently laying on my bed, giggling like a schoolgirl and kicking my feet in my fuzzy snowflake socks as I talk to my friend about how I love the thought of big scary strong men turning soft for a woman they like and not knowing how to show that… also… könig as pyramid head from dbd

For context, this convo started when I told my friend how I’m going to a haunted walkthrough this Friday, and I hope a masked actor comes up and traps me against a wall or something

[riddlerosehearts]

if cater was the former heartslabyul dorm leader and his dream is that he never lost his position then what about riddle? does he never come to NRC? never challenge cater? i can't really imagine either of those two options so does he just challenge cater and lose?? and if so HOW IN THE FUCK DOES CATER DREAM UP A WAY THAT HE CAN BEAT RIDDLE?? i'm going to explode.

[fridayiminlovemp3]

[lesbospirk]

Woe, old married spirk be upon ye

(Adun - Husband btw)

[hogans-heroes]

Last line tag

Thank you to @counting0nit and @avonne-writes for the tag, have some of the latest feels snippet.

———

“Bucky?” Gale murmured into Bucky’s palm.

“Yeah bud.”

The rough floorboards dug into Bucky’s knees but he ducked lower to try to meet Gale’s hazy eyes and watch his throat fight through a swallow, the knuckles of the hand gripping the baseball trembling against Bucky’s arm.

“Bucky?” Gale said again—lost, pleading—and suddenly Bucky knew he’d never piece his heart together again, would bleed onto the floor at Gale’s feet for the rest of his life.

“I’m right here. Come back to me, please,” he choked out, but Gale didn’t come back, only squeezed his eyes shut as Bucky stroked the ridge of his cheekbone, eyelashes brushing the tip of Bucky’s thumb.

“I don’t wanna sleep outside,” Gale rasped finally, body curling in shame. “It’s cold.”

His voice broke and Bucky pressed closer between Gale’s legs, sliding his arms around his waist and pressing his cheek to Gale’s burning forehead. Tears stung sharp in his eyes but he swallowed them back, tightening his arms around this specter of a little boy left on dark, cold benches with aching stomach and heart.

“You’re not going to be outside,” Bucky whispered, forcing conviction into his wavering voice. “Never, you’re staying right here with me.”

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I tag @caustinen and @middlingmay because I love your stories 💕

[daily-madcom-drawings]

First time drawing this guy human-ish. Very proud of this

Pose reference under cut