#like lives there rent free now

[wewillbehappyagain]

I think watching ted lasso 3x11 “mom city” permanently altered my brain chemistry. I can’t think of nothing fucking else.

went to a game of american football today (first time ever) with two friends and I had to use all of my willpower to not mention ted lasso all the time. oh, someone cheered for the opposite team? they did that in ted lasso! someone got hurt and had to be helped off the pitch? that happened in ted lasso! they’re substituting a player? guess what; happened in ted lasso!!!! they lost the game? in ted lasso they also lose a game! what are the fucking odds, huh

[marcell-arts]

He was my cousin, but we were more like brothers, really. (All we had left...)

lucanis and illario through time

[opens-up-4-nobody]

:-P

[shrimparts-blog888]

🍎🍎🍎Bad, bad apples🍎🍎🍎

[wardengrill]

Team in Family Affair

[mobius-m-mobius]

Loki + searching for Mobius moments after disaster

[melodead]

the cheering fades into the background. your nose bumps against his. sunbright eyes shine back at him, warm and wide and beautiful, and oh, he’s a goner. nagi shamelessly, instinctively leans into your touch when you brush his hair out of his face. it’s feverish, the warmth creeping up his cheeks, but he doesn’t mind. he doesn’t want to look away.

that’s why, when you pull him in like gravity, he lets himself come crashing down into your orbit.

the cheering raises to a fever pitch. hands anchor themselves on your waist. his head spins. you grin against his lips, touch leaving heat crackling in its wait as you draw a hand down his neck to rest on his chest—right above his heart. every sense is overwhelmed with you, you, you. your love sinks into his skin, engraves itself into his being in the way only you know how to. he might’ve just won the world cup, but this victory might just beat that.

he pulls you in closer, holds you pressed to his pounding heart. nagi hopes you can feel it. he has never been good with words, never been able to tell you what he feels—much less recognize it—but in this way, maybe you’ll understand. you’d promised to watch, after all. the least he can do is show you the world.

[aayakashii]

"Can I hug you?" You suddenly asked as you watched Haru's back while he closed the gate that led to the fields where bigger, bull-like anomalies roamed free.

"What? Now?" He turned around to look at you, eyebrows shooting upwards in surprise. He rubbed the back of his hand against his forehead, wiping the sweat on his brow that glistened under the harsh sun rays. You noticed how the white streaks of sunscreen you had demanded he applied on his face were already trailing down his freckled cheeks. He was already due for another coat.

You shrugged and nodded meekly.

"But I'm all sweaty, and there's dirt on my clothes." He said with a pout. His hands instinctively went to touch the place where Peekaboo would be, if he wasn't napping in his cradle back in the dorm.

"... I know." You muttered.

Haru straightened his posture and put his hands on his hips, leaning towards your face.

"Hmmm... Are you okay?" He asked, scanning your expressions.

You shrugged again and fidgeted with your hands.

"Not really."

He slowly leaned back with a sigh, face softening at your words. His eyebrows shot up again, now morphing his face into a look of sympathy.

"Okay..." he nodded. "But are you sure you wanna hug me?"

You nodded fiercely. Haru frowned.

"Even if I'm a bit yucky?"

"You're not yucky!" You immediately protested. You would never stand for his own self-deprecation.

"I just mean I'm sweaty" Haru raised his hands in surrender with a giggle.

"I don't care." You shook your head and looked at your feet. "I just wanna hug you."

Haru widened his eyes for a moment before raising the corner of his lips in a smile and shaking his head.

"I can't say no after that, now can I? Come here." He opened his arms with a grin and stepped closer to you.

You threw your arms around his neck and pressed yourself flush against his body. And as Haru circled your waist with his arms, your senses were quickly covered by all that encompassed him.

His messy mop of red hair grazed your forehead as you rested your head on the crook of his neck. The darkened tips were plastered together since they were damp, and they tickled your skin as they dragged softly on your face.

From up close, you could see that the freckles that adorned his cheeks and nose were also present on his clavicule, and you couldn't help but wonder if he also had them on his shoulders, on his back, on his chest.

His breathing was steady, grounding. He hummed quietly as his hands traced circles on your back, patiently waiting for you to leave the darker corners of your mind, luring you back to him with his voice.

But most importantly, there was his scent. Haru smelled like a mix of sunscreen, musk, and grocery store-bought baby cologne – he had told you before that it was the best way to make himself smell at least okay without spending too much money. It was all so undeniably "Haru" that, for a moment, you managed to focus only your senses and forget about everything else.

You exhaled shakily, and Haru tightened his hold on your waist, pressing you firmly (and impossibly closer) against his body. You felt supported. Protected. Safe.

You already knew it, but once again, you relished in the realization that Haru felt like home.

And, in that moment, you could believe that things could be okay someday – as long as you had that home to go back to.

[applysome]

Alex Turner on his knees: a collection. Part one

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[barghest-land]

kissed by a bullet

[fatedroses]

Two former military elites taking merc jobs perform absolutely hellish battle tactics together.

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

Find yourself a man who's so crushed after having one (1) argument with you that he immediately returns to his life of crime.

[and-bone-appetit]

Would anyone like to confess their sins to hot priest Edge??? /silly

Here's some fanart for @blueanonymouse's fic!!!

Fic below ⬇️

[turtleblogatlast]

Love the thought of Leo just casually being well traveled to absurd degrees. Like one day they’re facing their new Big Bad of the year and like, Draxum or whoever says that the key to their fight is located somewhere in, like, Latvia or some place, but no one knows where to start.

Then Leo’s like “oh I know a place” and when asked how the heck he could know of one it smash cuts to Leo falling through the ceiling of said place due to a portal mishap.

Also love the idea of Leo, being as accidentally (and then later, purposefully) well traveled as he is, sometimes taking his family on outings to different places all over, maybe to some new Yokai spots he found along the way.

In these places, Leo 100% lets his bros get scammed by tourist traps.

[maaxverstappen]

help me hold onto you | T | 9/13

f1driver!max and streamer!charles

The man—Charles, Max assumes—sounds French. He loves that. He should be used to a French accent, he was forced to converse with Pierre often enough, but it sounds different coming from Charles. More melodic. Almost similar to someone he used to know once. “And that made me think,” Charles says, voice bellowing from Max’s speakers. “That it was stupid that we didn't have carrots before. Like, come on, it's a farming game.” Max has no fucking idea what the hell he is on about.

or: Max is lonely and finds Charles streaming on Twitch.

based on this prompt sent to @f1prompts

[big-moon-little-moon]

Matt to Laudna: You, in particular, being familiar with the darker, more moisture-based portions of natural spaces...

Marisha and Laura: