#love and cherish him

[setitoffvevo]

Bwark bwark!

[sunaria-bees]

BREAD TURTLE MF HOLY SHIT

[mazeyphaedra]

oisín hakinvar my mind is spinning with thoughts of you. you’ve gotten buff over the summer maybe for your own sake, but if the talented and beautiful diviner you’ve had a crush on since that first history of glyphs class one thursday morning in freshman year notices your tats and says hey, then what a win! right? who cares if you feel like she’s hiding something? or she runs away from you. or your party rogue gets bossier and angrier and you feel like she’s hiding something for you too. you keep a low profile, get bored in the auditorium while your crush’s friends do all these crazy bits—they’ve been killing it helping their party cleric campaign for student president, by the way—and you’ve had the lot you have for long enough to know that especially when she doesn’t get what she wants, kipperlilly gets mad. now she’s mad enough to cuss her opponent out in front of both your parties and. well. you aren’t by any means inexperienced, but you haven’t saved the world thrice. so you try to deescalate before this becomes a real shitshow and you just. watch as these intrepid heroes all square up in their cleric’s defense. and maybe something nags at the back of your mind, of a fight, of giants and sweetness and a cable knit sweater stained with blood, or maybe it can’t because you can’t remember the truth, or maybe or maybe or then their rogue starts hissing at you? you’ve met him maybe once? anyway. with all that over, oisín! your crush, the literal elven oracle, says she thinks you’re cool! you catch her eye, or try to, while her friends aim her head your way, and despite that, or maybe even because of it, you ache a little for a friendship as comfortable and familiar as theirs. but you have the lot you have. so you send an apology through a pointed finger and walk away.

[suguru-getos]

“here?” suguru’s words are patient, and his hand warm. he massages your pelvis, gentle eyes scraping through your misguided and pained ones. “mm~ right there sugu.” you whimper in relief, a sound oh-so-tender & cherished for suguru geto.

“i’m glad i can help you angel.” he says it as if it’s the point of his birth, it’s the reason he’s alive. a series of eskimo kisses land on your face, suguru’s leathery & cinnamon kinning scent soothing your body & mind. “you spoil me so much sugu.” you huff, you definitely are his little baby & you’re proud of that.

“my little angel is in pain & it’s hurting me, i’m just selfish.” suguru boops your nose, nuzzling against you softly & leaning in, wrapping his lips around yours and brushing in for a tender kiss. you hum, the way he kisses you makes you feel like you’re either at the eye of a storm, or are helplessly trampled by the powerful waves of a tsunami. none in between. it all depends on how suguru wants to show his love to you.

you feel at ease, like you’re floating in clouds. suguru’s skilled hand massaging the ache & the cramps in your pelvis. the hot water bag placed on your lower back also soothing your period pain. “you are so cute and so beautiful baby, hurts that you have to go through this.” he frowns, looking completely offended on your behalf.

you chuckled, leaning in against his chest to ensure the cuddle contact stays. suguru’s wrapping his arms around you instantly, patting your back, rubbing your booty, cooing at how amazing you are until he lulls you into a nap. <3

[gunsatthaphan]

#ready to be shaking & quaking.

[midwestgp]

all the strings you cant pull

version without hands

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

Ford loving his 6 fingered cat cause I’m tired of his mis-characterization

[crabplatinum]

my fave duo!! the beloved leader and his right hand short ass yapper scout :3 can u tell im absolutely exploding wanting to draw my pookies but struggling with the robots...

[demigods-posts]

thinking of percy going to school as a small child. learning that some of his peers talk to deceased family members in their heads to cope with grief. and deciding to take the time each night to talk to his father. telling him a funny story of how mom laughed so hard, milk came out of her nose. of how he got a near perfect score on his third grade spelling test. of each time he got expelled from school and how much he knew it made mom sad. of how his stepfather is the meanest bully he's ever met. of how he wished the two of them had more time together so they could share s'mores and stories around the campfire. of how much he grieves the father he never had. and thinking of poseidon sitting in his throne atop olympus. tears threatening to fall at the sound of his son's voice. mirroring the grief of a child he never got to raise.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

one morning you cling to satoru’s back and sleepily plead for him not to leave for work and he feels closer to killing the higher ups than ever before

[bakudekublogblog]

katsuki has to be quiet and stay calm to keep control of his heart problems.... control your heart.... CONTROL YOUR HEART PART TWO??? hori you're so brilliant

[canisalbus]

i would like to imagine that after machete dies, vasco starts collecting red things. red, like the soles of machetes shoes and the hems of his cassocks, the front of his nightgowns after a heavy nosebleed. or maybe he collects pink things, like machete's nose and ears and paw pads, or things white like his fur. he never collects anything black, however. red like the hems but never black like the fabric. black is too sad. it's grief, it's unfathomable loss and it means admitting machete is actually gone, stolen from the world. but ludovica is there, and she indulges his collections in little ways on the occasion. it's a small comfort, her love for her husband in their lavender way.

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[captain--miracle]

Oh, golden boy, you shined a light on our home

And at your best you were magic we were sold

And the toughest part is that we both know

What happened to you

Why you're out on your own

Bleachers - Merry Christmas, please don't call

[saywhatyouwillbut]

nora going from writing an ace-spec main to a (probably allosexual) bi main, and the difference is so chef's kiss. they're both disasters don't get me wrong, but jean having attraction in his inner monologue even with the trauma he's been through implies to me that neil's demisexuality has absolutely nothing to do with his trauma. hilarious in retrospect because, if i remember correctly, neil in his inner monologue basically blames his lack of sexual attraction on his mother's abuse the few times he kissed girls when he was on the run, but he doesn't have a single sexual thought until andrew lets him in on his feelings in book three,,, meanwhile jean's out here actively fighting his bisexuality like his life depends on it (he thinks it does) (he'll learn it doesn't eventually)

[atthebell]

Y buena cellbit. não. cellbit. cellbi. cellbit. cellbit cellbit cellbit. cellbit. cellbit. cellbit. cellbo. cellbinho. cellbão. cellbitch. cell cell cell bitcell. cellbão. cellbão. cell cell cell cellbão. cellbit. cellbit. cellbinho. cellbananão. cellbidibidibombom. cell-bit. [high-pitched] cellbitch. cell. cell madruga.

[poseidonkisser]

poseidon things

GODS i need steven rodriguez' voice in my brain ?!!!!!!!!!!!!