#king princess homescreen

[kaiser1ns]

What is your favorite holiday together? And how do you spend it?

hello foxx, thank you for the question!

i dont actually have a favorite holiday, and he couldn't care less as long im with him, but i'd like to say halloween (even if it is not celebrated in my country) so we can match costumes ! again im biased on lion king, just lion customs or pajamas fit and chika would even need a wig his hair does the trick ! ghostface but im the one with mask and chika just has red paint on his shirt imitating blood because let's kill this love ! or him as ariel and me as eric because he is my pretty princess ♡ the basic angel&devil because we just fit into that category! i will force him to be akura ou while i am nanami or tomoe, we will look so cute because kamisama kiss is one of my favorites and it will be his too ! no matter the costume we will look pretty hot, we gonna eat this up ! one way to spend the days is trick or treat bit is just having a party with my friends as they drink and its 3am i don't know how they keep up while me and chika are cuddling on the couch, for your information i don't like drinking alcohol aside beer so there has to a sober friend so im taking the role... but we got tired more like i was getting sleepy and decided for better to go home as we then go directly to sleep with the costumes on while he hugs me tight.

second option is just staying home with the costumes and taking photos while eating ton of candy because i have sweet tooth and he knows that very well, so he bought me different chocolates. i beg him to repost a story and surprisingly he did and even put it in his highlight (i totally didn't took his phone to do it) but the photos we took are so good, he looks so good didn't even have to pose ! having pretty boyfriend sucks because why does he looks so good, he doesn't even have to do anything...so now we are just taking a walk in the middle of the night, hand in hand, to feel the spirit of halloween but i can only feel the warmth of his hand.

overall we can either go out or stay home, it depends on what we want and feel on the moment and he will go with whatever i want because he doesn't care where are we, he cares if im with him ... to add i saw him changing his wallpaper to a photo of us dressed in the lion matching onesie.

"is that us? chika i didnt know you could do such things wait i need to send that pho—" i scream and giggle because this is the cutest thing he has done, the bare minimum. "i am your homescreen wallpaper too, baby where did you learned that?"

"you said i should change my wallpaper." did i said that? i don't know but i am so happy that someone cares enough for me to do that that i actually start crying "why are you... crying?"

"nothing, i just love you." then hug him tight, my head on his chest as he too wraps his arms around me. he may not say the same thing every time, but he shows it, and that's enough. "also we are binge watching lion king again, put on the lion onesies."

[artistxstuff]

💮𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜

𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞

@𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚡𝚛𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜

[thelockscreen]

não fiz nada mas já cansei

like or reblog if you use/save xx

don’t repost

[90smagicalgirl]

A couple of hank hill wallpaper! 🛢 free to use! And I’m taking free requests of any character in any aesthetic! 🛢

[chimielie]

all of this and (passionate kisses)

summary: Iwaizumi x F!Reader. always stay strapped (with your Pinterest wedding moodboard)

word count: 1.7k

cw: i can't even reread this to edit because it's so tooth-rottingly sweet. there's probably swearing because it's iwaizumi and it's me

a/n: there's a nod to @akimind because i love her and because she inspired this intense bout of brainrot hope you don't mind

Set scene: the master bedroom of your home, the walls painted just last summer in your favorite shade, the space organized enough with enough clutter to look lived in and homey. The bed is clearly the focus of the room, a nod to years past visible in the huge California King frame, the mattress plush and easy to sink into with just the right level of firmness. There are a number of pillows on the bed, some decorative, most utilitarian. The covers are pulled up to the pillows and folded back neatly. The only wrinkle is the dent you just vacated, and your boyfriend, still lying on the bed in soft shorts and a criminally well-fitting t-shirt.

Hajime can hear crickets chirping outside. The windows are kept open, the cool air floats in on a blue breeze, a screen he installed himself keeps insectoid guests out. You didn’t bother to close the door; the sound of a handle turning and water rushing over the tile reaches him all too easily. You hum on and off as you shower, and it’s okay that the spray drowns out the crickets’ song, then, because he infinitely prefers your voice.

Your phone buzzes, and though it should disrupt the still peace of the night, it only adds to the atmosphere. Your own home, a comfortable bed, friends to think of fondly; what more is there to want?

“Princess,” Hajime calls. Your humming pauses.

“Yeah?” He reaches over to the nightstand on your side, the light above it illuminating his features like a painting in a museum. You’re always moving, though, it’s something he loves about you and a quality he shares with you.

“You have a message.” You’re silent. He turns your phone over in his hands. “Do you want me to read it to you?”

“Yes, please,” you shout back, even though you’re turning the water off and stepping out, water plop-plop-plopping on the tile and the bath mats. He can hear the rustle as you tug your towel off the rack and wrap it around yourself.

He reads the message to you, a request that you send the pictures from your last outing with your friends to the group chat.

“Oh, cool,” you say, rummaging through your (his) drawers for a (his) fresh sleep shirt. “Can you text them the most recent ones, you’ll be able to tell, the group and the landscape ones?”

“‘Course,” he types in your passcode (406104, his high school jersey number, his birthday, his jersey number for symmetry) and swipes through your homescreen. “What the fuck is this?”

You’re at his side in a second, still tugging down the shirt around your waist.

“What’s up?” He swipes back and forth. All you see between his rapidly moving thumb and the switching screens is your wallpaper— a picture of the beach you’d taken in Argentina with him— and a fast blur of chalky red, cactus green, oasis blue, canyon peach, and various photos of him.

“Where are your apps?” You point.

“Right there.”

“That’s green. And there’s a whole row of them on the screen.”

“It’s a column, technically,” you tease, and he sighs roughly and hauls you over him onto the bed. You land heavily on his other side and make yourself at home, throwing your right leg over one of his. “They’re, like, app covers. See? Clock, Clue, Color Widgets. Tap on them and it’ll take you to the app, I just wanted it to be pretty so I made them like a desert color scheme. You can just type in the app name in the search bar, too.”

“Fuckin’ weird,” he mumbles, swiping through the alphabetized apps. “Where’s Messages?”

“Oh,” you grab his hand and use his pointer finger to click the third box from the left on the very bottom of the screen, the permanent row. “It’s here.”

He brings the phone closer to his face, squinting.

“Are those tiny pictures of me?” There are widgets on every other page with pictures of him, too, but these escaped his notice. Hajime with his hands behind his head, Hajime half asleep and waving at the camera, Hajime poking his tongue out, Hajime flipping off the camera. You shrink away from his side, cheeks heating.

“Like I said,” you say, looking at him through your lashes from the very corners of your eyes. His craggy features look to be sculpted by the gods, but the soft smile lurking at the edges of his mouth is what makes the picture. Love is blind goes the saying, but you’re fairly certain that looking at Iwaizumi Hajime in love is enough to make anyone fall. “I wanted it to be pretty.”

He can’t help the way his mouth twitches as he tosses your phone back on the nightstand and covers the lower half of his face with one hand, faking a sigh as you laugh.

“You’re too much, you know that?” He asks you, black coffee eyes glinting brightly.

“Yeah, I don’t think so. You handle me just fine.”

“Get help.” You roll over and bury your face in a pillow, trying to suppress your laughter as he grabs at you and tries to haul you up. You thrash and wriggle away, ending up tangled in your own sheets as you dive beneath them. “You’re gonna— gonna fuckin’ suffocate, stop that, get up—”

You pop up, grinning at him.

“You want to reconsider before I make a joke about choking?”

“Fucking hell—”

In the space between a million moments, Hajime realizes that he’d be happy— thrilled, even— to spend the rest of his life like this. Everything you do awes him, even after years of watching you wake up, of observing the strip of skin exposed when you reach up to grab something higher up than you, of hearing your laugh when he plays the blushing scold to your playful innuendo, of the tenderness shared in your silent touch. Oikawa urges him to buy a ring. Hajime insists that he needs to be sure before he does something so drastic. Not of you— it’s always been you— but of your commitment to the enterprise. Sure, you want to get married, you’ve always said, but he worries. What if you don’t want to get married to him?

Oikawa, who bought his partner a diamond worth half a million dollars on a whim, doesn’t understand his hesitancy. She had said yes (and holy shit, and it cost how much, and you’re insane, I would’ve been happy with a pebble).

For all the question takes up his days, he finds himself scrolling through pages of ring choices and walking absentmindedly into jewelry shops.

The answer comes from the phone. His mother used to jokingly respond look it up on the internet! to every question. Hajime has always opined that more men need to listen to their mothers, so it’s embarrassing to have to take his own advice.

Well, it’s not the internet, strictly. Rather, it’s an overheard conversation as you congratulate your friend (and the recipient of the huge stone) on her recent engagement. Hajime sticks close to your side as Oikawa does to his fiancée, one arm slung over her shoulder. They live across the world despite flying out often, and it’s the first time you’ve all been together since the engagement.

“Do you have a vision already for the wedding?” You’re patting Hajime all over in your excitement, hands tapping along his thigh and his side and his arms. He’s pretty sure you’re not even sure you’re doing it. He keeps his hand in your back pocket.

“I have too many visions for the wedding,” she groans. Hajime shoots Oikawa a knowing look. The man has had a wedding Pinterest board since he was a teen. “Help me, vote.”

“It’s your wedding,” you look affronted. Hajime has a sudden, haunting vision of the future: your attention to detail and insistence that if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself is going to take his lover away from him for month’s worth of attention. “Doesn’t Tooru have an opinion?”

Or maybe you’ll drag him along with you.

He can’t wait.

“What would you choose?” Huffs Oikawa, reaching for his fiancée’s hand, curling himself further around her. Teenage Iwaizumi would’ve gagged at the PDA, but these days he’s pretty sure the both of you aren’t any less tactile.

“Desert colors,” you say firmly. “Like this, see?” Then you’re pulling out your phone and Iwaizumi sees a now-familiar flash of red, green, blue, pink as he reels.

Your phone is basically a portable moodboard for your wedding.

He’s getting ahead of himself; he can’t help it. His knees weaken, his heart stutters. Visions of shining rings and a woman in white and I do’s dance before his eyes.

He’s going to marry you.

“Hello? Anyone home?” You’re waving your hand in front of his face. “Are you okay?”

“You’re like a tomato, Iwa,” Oikawa comments, unnecessarily. Instead of smacking him, Hajime lifts one hand to his face, blushing harder when he feels the heat radiating from his skin.

“Haji, we should go home,” you say, cupping his cheek. “You’re burning up.”

“Actually,” he coughs, throat dry. Your hands are cool and soft. “You go ahead, I need to talk to Oikawa for a second.”

“You’re sure?” You look worried, pretty face creasing in concern. “Is everything okay?”

Hajime stutters, and realization washes over Oikawa’s face.

“Yes, yes, I’ll take good care of him,” he promises you, in a tone that is completely not reassuring.

“Okay,” you say, pressing a kiss to Hajime’s lips, which absolutely doesn’t help anything at all. “Get some water, baby, okay? I love you.”

“Love you, princess,” he returns, clutches your hand for just one more second.

“You have it bad, man,” Oikawa chuckles, slapping him on the back.

“I know,” he says, watching you go. “Let's go buy a ring.”

tagging: @crystal-lilac , @kohi-zeri

[lycanhood]

Quarantine Movie Rec: Day 3

The Girl King (2015)

Directed by: Mika Kaurismaki

Cast: Malin Buska, Sarah Gadon, 

Genre: Historical Drama, Biography, LGBTQA+

I honestly don’t even remember how I found this movie. Hulu probably just noticed I liked movies about queens (historical or fictional) and slipped it onto my homescreen, I don’t know. But it’s true, I do tend to watch alot of historical drama films about queens. I don’t always like them, but I watch them. Mary Queen of Scots (2018) was my jam. Didn’t care too much for The Favorite (2018) but I watched it twice trying to understand what the fuck was happening so shrug. Anyway, The Girl King is based off the early life and rule of Queen Kristina of Sweden (1626-1689). A young princess whose king/father dies valiantly in battle is raised as a prince to succeed her father. When I first read the description of this film I thought this would mostly be about Kristina’s childhood, which it is not. Her early years are briefly glossed over, and the bulk of the film is about her time on the throne from the age of 18 to 28. Kristina was a very well learned, curious, and passion woman. It seems that her craving for knowledge and art and ideas is what makes her rule of a Lutheran country so tumultuous. Immediately after taking the throne, she distances herself from all her appropriate suitors, vias for peace with the Catholic Church, and becomes very attached to her lady in waiting. The most compelling aspect of the movie is definitely Malin Buska’s performance. She smolders with intensity and makes Kristina’s frustration and longing for knowledge an exciting part of her character. Ultimately, I really enjoyed this movie. If the prospect of learning a little bit about something you maybe knew nothing about before isn’t good enough, watch it for the hot angry girl perplexing old men, or watch it for gay sexual tension! All are valid reasons.

PSA: No gays die in this movie

Currently Available on Hulu & Amazon Prime

[itsnotlivn]

41, 55, 86 :))

41 - top 10 favorite songs

sweet disposition - the temper trap

sex - the 1975

all to well - taylor swift

saturn - sleeping at last

when you look me in the eyes - jonas brothers

1950 - king princess

slow dancing in a burning room - john mayer

i will follow you into the dark - death cab for cutie

7 - catfish and the bottlemen

one - ed sheeran

i wouldnt say its 100% my top 10 but i do love all these songs

55 -  what is your dream job?

little office in an university, working on my own projects in labs, develop my own theory 

86 - what is your phone background?

right now both my lockscreen and homescreen are pictures from my last trip to italy

[the-claire-bitch-project]

86 and 94?

86 What is your phone background?

My lockscreen is just a boring holiday thing but my homescreen is Zendaya

94 Favorite lyric right now?

“I’ve been praying for hours” from King Princess’s “Pussy is God”

[jinhogwarts]

@king-jaehwan tagged me to do the screenshot tag, so here~ I actually changed my homescreen today lol it's always Jinho, I just change it whenever he posts a new selfie because I love his selfies SO MUCH 💖 lockscreen is also always Heechul, I change it whenever there's a new selfie/pic of him ;-; And of course the last song I listened to was Dreams Come True by my princesses wjsn 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 I'm gonna tag: @xiuniverse61 @ham-buns @amazing-rin @baejacob @adoreguanhao and anyone else who might wanna do it ^^

[mooshroomsol]

a family friend saw my lockscreen (pumpkin dwight) and ironically said "well that's spooky" but then i unlocked my phone and my homescreen is a picture of king princess and amandla nearly kissing and i swear to god this grown ass man screamed "lESbIAns???" and was more surprised by a gay couple than by a man who put his fucking head in a pumpkin i'm dying