#literally goodnight

[muckyschmuck]

[ayyy-pee]

waking up freezing and shivering, teeth chattering every night because your husband is a blanket hog. you know it's not on purpose. he just can't help it. doesn't even know he does it most times. you'd think after years together you'd be used to it, but waking up curled into the fetal position as you try to retain even a smidge of warmth is something you don't think you'll ever adjust to.

so you reach behind you, feeling your spouses large form wrapped snug as a bug in your shared blanket and you grip onto the fabric. you pull as hard as you can but you don't manage to move him even an inch. you try once more...same result.

"ken..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. no response. "kento..."

he doesn't budge. you're tempted to just get up and go grab another blanket, but your husband, despite his seriousness, can get quite pouty when you do that. so you tap him hard instead sure to jab him in the spot you know is his most sensitive. this seems to do the trick as he grunts in response.

"I'm cold," you tell nanami and he sits up quickly, realizing what he's done. his pajama top hangs off one shoulder. his blonde hair is pointing every which way and sleep is heavy on his eyelids, threatening to weigh him down again any minute.

"I'm sorry, love," nanami speaks, voice rough and deep with exhaustion, but the sincerity in his apology clear.

then he's throwing the blanket back over you both. only he adds in a little extra warmth as he wraps his arm around your waist and throws a large leg over your body.

nanami buries his face in your neck, adjusting himself so that he can be as close to you as possible. only a few seconds pass before you hear his light snoring behind you. and you know the warmth you feel is from more than just his touch.

[wanderingibon]

[dykephan]

i won't give up

if i may be sappy for a moment... 2024 has become one of the best years of my life completely unexpectedly, and i owe so much of that to dan and phil. i'm not the type of person who makes spontaneous decisions even if i know they would make me happy or improve my life, but something made me impulsively buy a ticket to tit and that decision was life changing. it opened up a whole world of possibilities for me; if i can drop everything and travel hours by myself via train to go see a fun show, what else can i do with my life? why have i spent so many years trapped in a fog of apathy, afraid of everything that could bring me joy? and on that note, why have i been so embarrassed by the things that make me happy?

sometimes i feel like my teenage years and early 20s were completely stolen by mental illness, but being able to earnestly enjoy something as silly as two gay british youtubers from my childhood has brought me back so much of the carefree joy from that time that i thought i'd never get to feel again. and that's not even mentioning the wonderful people i've either become friends with or gotten closer with because of dan and phil. i'm so thankful for this community because it allowed me to discover parts of myself i thought were long dead. thank you to every single one of you who have made my 2024 so memorable 🧡

anyway... in honor of embracing the cringe, i decided to close the year out with a sappy gif set inspired by those old school arial font lyric edits of the 2010s!

[created for the 2024 phandom meetup event!]

[fairydrowning]

– Via "twinnedpeaks" on Tumblr

[TEXT ID: / july didn't even say goodbye. the years don't kiss you goodnight anymore. they just leave behind this empty space, a phantom pain. and still i ache, i ache, i ache! / END ID]

[kennahjune]

Thinking of Steddie Soulmates where you feel every pain your soulmate feels.

Thinking of little Steve feeling every backhand and punch from Eddie’s dad.

Thinking of little Eddie feeling Steve break his arm and the pain being so much worse because his parents refuse to take him to the hospital until the school gets involved.

Thinking of Eddie finally moving in with Wayne and sure, the paternal beating are done, but now he’s just a small town Freak that’s constantly targeted.

Thinking of Eddie and Steve in their Sophomore/Freshman years respectively, not knowing who the other is outside of rumors and (unknowingly) their shared pain.

Thinking of Eddie finally escaping pain, the bullying turning to mainly verbal shit.

Only to be thrust right back into pain because his soulmates a walking hazard.

Thinking of Eddie having no idea what’s going on when he suddenly feels like one giant bruise after Steve’s beat up by Jonathan. Eddie watching Steve fall from grace in his Junior year and not connecting the dots.

Billy coming along and smashing a fucking plate over Steve’s head while Eddie’s peacefully sleeping. Eddie jolting awake with a shout because /holy fucking shit ow—/

Neither of them connecting the dots.

Then Steve graduates, and Eddie’s held back. And the pain subsides for a bit.

And then fuck all happens in Starcourt and Eddie literally feels like he’s dying and Jesus H. Christ is his soulmate /ok/??? Like they are getting seriously fucked up.

And then that recedes and it ok for a while— Eddie will still get killer pains that seem to circulate in his chest and head, but that’s to be expected with whatever tf his poor soulmate is going through year after year.

And then the fuckery of March 1986 happens and Chrissy Cunningham is dead in his trailer— his home— and he’s wanted for fucking murder and hiding in Rick’s dingy ass boat house—

And then he’s shoving none other than Steve Harrington up against a wall with a broken bottle helps to his throat. Eddie’s so piped on adrenaline he barely feels the sting in his back, but he does feel the zing of pressure on his throat and ok /ow—/

And he’s staring at Steve Harrington, who looks kinda terrified and so pretty and Eddie’s holding a bottle to his throat and is that Dustin?—

And—

And holy shit.

Eddie’s eyes widen at the same time as Steve’s and the realization hits them both at once.

[modmad]

I really hope Sam Reich learns about you/TPoH some time that would be such a combination

on the one hand I'd adore that on the other I'm about to do something very funny to myself which future me will hate because

have you ever tried drawing pinstripes

[arcanegifs]

Happy Mother's Day to our Arcane Moms ♡

[hyolks]

some wastelands au :')

[idontmindifuforgetme]

Kind of ridiculous that it’s a ubiquitously held notion that if you don’t start a hobby while you’re literally a developing embryo then you can never go pro at it. I have all this TIME to live am I supposed to just lie down and die

[lavb-b]

More SS Link + Zelink <33

[meo-eiru]

Sorry guys no goodnight drawing for today. It’s 1am and I JUST managed to get home, I’m just going to collapse on my bed and will catch up to asks tomorrow

[ourhees]

𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸 LiES ── SJY

PREC𝓲S ｡｡ 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇

심재윤 ／⠀ female reader ── suggestive fluff + non idol au ｡｡ hickey receiving secret relationship && strict parents (tew relatable) . . . 📂 𝑀𝑂𝑅𝐸 ִ 𓈃 ׂ

you were tucked under your blankets, ready to call it a night. your phone buzzed, it was no other than your boyfriend, jake. the same boyfriend you weren’t allowed to have, due to your parent’s rules.

although you were of age, your parents will still strict about dating. who knows what would happen if they found out you’ve been seeing jake for two months now, not to mention sneaking out almost every night to spend time with him.

“come on baby, it’ll be fun and i’ll be there in 10”

jake made sneaking out more of an adventure, making you do things you could’ve never saw yourself doing, one of them was sneaking out your window just to hangout for an hour or two.

tonight was no different, your parents had just gotten back from a night out, making them easily knock out the minute they get under the covers, giving you the perfect opportunity to slip out for an hour. although this wasn’t your first time sneaking out, it always gave you either a rush of adrenaline, or a nervous rush.

you watched as jake’s text disappeared from your screen, slipping out from your covers to your closet, looking for an outfit. you slip on your shoes quietly, cracking your window open slightly to test the waters.

you carefully place one foot out the window, touching the grass beneath. once acknowledging the ground, you place your next foot outside, slipping through your window. you walked down a few houses, finding jake sitting in his car, parked up waiting for you.

“knew you wouldn’t let me down, pretty.” jake smiled, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

“you’re gonna get me in so much trouble.” you laugh, a smile tugging on your lips due to excitement.

jake chuckles, lacing his fingers with yours. “trouble makes it a little more worth it, don’t you think?”

his hand stayed with youds majority of the drive, his thumb gently rubbing over your skin. the night felt peaceful as you watched the streetlights pass by. when jake was with you, everything seemed right. he knew how to make you feel safe, even when you’re sneaking around in the middle of the night.

jake drove to your usual spot—a quiet secluded area, far from he city. it was youd little getaway, somewhere where nobody could find you. the stars shined bright and the cool breeze felt amazing on your skin.

jake turns to you, smiling. “come here..” he muttered, pulling you into his arms.

the kisses started slow, tender, almost as if he was savoring every moment. you always felt cherished in jake’s arms, like you were the only thing that mattered in this world. his hands cupped your face gently as he kissed you, and soon enough, his lips were trailing down your neck, leaving soft kisses that sent shivers down your spine.

after a few more kisses and giggles, jake drove you back home. the streets were quiet, and you hated the idea of sneaking back in, the warmth of jake’s hand made you wish you had more time.

as he parked down the street from your house, he shot you a grin. “you’re getting good at sneaking out you know..”

you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t resist to smile. “i’ve had my fair share of practicing.”

jake laughs softly, leaning over to kiss you. “maybe next time, we won’t have to sneak around just to see each other.

“maybe.” you teased, squeezing his hand one last time before slipping out of the car. “goodnight jake..”

“goodnight pretty.”

your heart raced as you slipped back into your bedroom window, afraid of getting caught or even making too much noise that’ll startle your parents. the house was silent, and it’d seem as if you pulled off another light night escape.

relief washed over you—until you were about to slip your shirt over your head, that’s when you saw it. a large mark resting on your neck, in the exact spot jake has been kissing all night.

“oh my god..” you whispered, your eyes widening as you leaned in closer to inspect the damage done to your skin.

the hickey jake left wasn’t suble at all. in fact, it stood out against your skin—a deep reddish purple mark, right at the base of your neck. panic bubbled up in your chest as you realized there was no way you could hide this, not without any serious effort.

you scrambled quietly to the bathroom, frantically trying to hide it with your hair, you sighed in frustration. “i thought it wasn’t that bad…” you muttered to yourself, examining the hickey as if it was a form of betrayal.

you creeped back to your bedroom, closing the door behind you. you got your phone, scrolling anxiously through your contacts to find jake.

you: you said it wasn’t noticeable {image}

jake: i may have underestimated my skills :) looks pretty on you though.

jake: don’t worry, just tell your parents you accidentally burnt your neck with your curling iron.

you: can you pick up a concealer for me tomorrow? drop it by my window early in the morning.

jake: of course i can, send me the name and shade.

you: {screenshot of concealer name and shade} you’re lucky i really like you.

jake: i’m always lucky when it comes to you. your concealer will be by your window first thing in the morning. don’t stress it okay?

���� : hiding a hickey from your parents is no joke T_T && yea i am talking from experience. although it wasn’t so bad in my case, wish i had bf jake who’d buy me concealer.

[lesbianmido]

I couldn't find clean rips of the chibis so instead I made the normal and rational decision of drawing them all myself as close to the style as I could

feel free to use for whatever (but pls credit me they took days)

[inquisitor-apologist]

Thinking about how, at the end of the day, at the fatal moment, the sunset of the Republic, it wasn’t Yoda, or Obi-Wan, or even the Chosen One himself standing in the way of Palpatine. It was Mace Windu.

Mace Windu, the inventor of Vaapad and Master of Form VII, the Jedi's strongest duelist, the only person to ever defeat Palpatine in combat. Mace Windu, Master of the Jedi Council and the youngest Master ever appointed to it, the revered leader of the Order. Mace Windu, who forgave even those who tried to kill him, who risked his life over and over again for his troops, who, after 3 years of desperate war, tried to negotiate with battle droids. Mace Windu, who knew the clones were created by the Sith and chose to trust them, who saw every Shatterpoint in the Republic, and loved it still, and fought for it until his last breath, until he was betrayed by Anakin, who he believed in and trusted despite everything.

Mace Windu, High General and hero of the Republic, the embodiment of the Light, the last and greatest champion of the Order, the best Jedi to ever live.

[averagepsychouser]

I am withdrawing from this shipping discourse it’s literally so dumb. Woe, Arcade be upon ye