#love you bud!!

[xayspancakeee]

mhmm, a real danger to society.

(≖_≖ ) if dangerous, why so soft?

[spicykellybear]

I don't have time to draw anything new for Reigen's birthday, so here's an olderish serirei that I never posted instead

[ryllen]

when u love being called 'love'

[lizardkingeliot]

Woke up this morning thinking about Lestat’s fledgling (Felix according to IMDb) being all “that’s Louis?!” when Louis first came in and said hello. And, like… how annoying do you think Lestat was mentioning Louis every single night of that poor baby vamp’s life? How many times an hour was the name Louis uttered in that cottage? Louis, Louis, Louis, Louis, Louis. Something something the name said over and over until it was pounding in my head like a hammer…

How many fledglings do you think Lestat drove away simply because he would not shut up about Louis Louis Louis…

[lazylittledragon]

ok i swear i'm not going to talk about my breakup forever but the thing that just keeps bothering me:

i know that not getting what you need in a relationship is a COMPLETELY valid reason to end it but also. i feel like having a very vulnerable moment where i opened up about my struggles with intimacy and being relieved that i didn't have to keep doing things i wasn't comfortable with, then being dumped a YEAR later because of my lack of intimacy. is something i should be allowed to be very hurt by???

[shriika]

valentines day nonsense

[sidsthekid]

"I'd love to sign an 8 year deal right now, don't get me wrong. But with my age and, you know, not knowing how long I'm gonna play for...yeah we'll see what that term is but it wouldn't be something on the longer end, I don't think."

[hooned]

riki when he saw a child engene in the crowd ⭐

[virescent-v]

Love Languages

Summary: Love is a weird soup. Word count: 851 Warnings: None. It's fluff. :) *This also has absolutely nothing to do with the 'Lauren' arch. thanks to @mrs-prentiss for sending the gif that inspired this :)

You love spoiling your girlfriend. 

At work, she’s a total badass, analyzing psychopaths, chasing killers, and putting the bad guys behind bars. You’ve been in the office at Quantico and Emily is a completely different person there. She’s still funny, cracking a light joke here and there, bonding with her team, but there is an air of seriousness that clouds the demeanor you see at home. 

At home, Emily is soft. She wears comfortable fabrics that hang almost loosely off of her, her face is usually free of makeup, and the stoic lines on her face ease. She is more carefree, laughing at her own jokes as well as yours. 

She is also more touchy. Her hands find your body any chance they get. A hand at the small of your back when you’re both in the kitchen cooking dinner and she needs a way around you, a hand rubbing your foot as you both lay on the couch watching tv, playing with your hair any time you cuddle. 

Emily loves you fearlessly, endlessly, but quietly. 

You love her loudly. Constant gestures, words of affirmation, quality time. You are the embodiment of every love language, a way to combat the neglect and angst of Emily’s previous relationships, both platonically and romantically. 

You know a little of her past, her sharing bits and pieces as your relationship has progressed. You understand that those relationships, along with her job, have cracked and damaged parts of Emily that she shields from most of the world. So, you do everything you can to show her how much you love her. 

Thankful for the ‘sharing location’ feature on your phones, you can watch her as she approaches your house, giving you ample time to get things together. It’s been a few days since you’ve seen her, a case dragging her to the other side of the country. She gets home late into the evening, exhaustion rolling off of her. 

You meet her at the door, kissing her gently, before shooing her upstairs to shower the case off of her. 

Sometime later, she comes down in a cream colored sweater, her hair a little wavy. Emily can immediately tell you went to some lengths to make things relaxing for her. There’s a smell of some sort of red sauce pasta cooking, candles lit in the dining room. 

She comes over to you, wrapping her arms loosely around you as you stir the pasta on the stove. You feel her inhale deeply against your neck, breathing in not only the scent of your perfume, but also the smell of the food cooking before you. She pulls away, moving to grab glasses for wine, choosing a red she knows will go well with your pasta. 

She moves over to the table, settling in the seat and watching you. You move with ease, a comfortability that she’s never had in the kitchen. With her chin in her hand resting on the table, her mind wanders to all of the ways that you love her. Sometimes it overwhelms her, makes her feel as if she’s not enough, because she knows that she doesn’t express love in the same way, her past experiences making her more timid with her affection.

You remind her constantly that love can be shown in so many different ways; you don’t require grand gestures or expensive gifts or countless exclamations of love. You appreciate the quiet, subtle expressions of devotion: a good morning text, when she brings a little treat from the gas station on her way home, when she makes time to leave work on time to spend more time with you. 

Knowing her is loving her. 

Emily snaps back to reality as plates are put on the table, you smiling gently at her as you settle into the seat beside her. You rub her knee a few times before picking up your cutlery and digging into the meal. 

There are no words shared between you, a serene silence filling the space, each lost in your own thoughts. 

As the meal is finished, you clear the dishes away, shuffling back and forth to the kitchen. 

Tenderly, you walk over and grab her hand, dragging her up, making your way towards the living room with the intention of going upstairs to get some sleep…or do something else, awaiting to see what vibe meets you upstairs. 

Emily draws up short, her hand falling from yours. She waits until you turn around, confused. 

“I love you.” 

She’s said the words to you many times, but each feels like the first. You feel yourself blush, warming at the affection and attention her eyes are trying to portray. 

“I love you, Emily Elizabeth Prentiss.” You reach your hand back out. “Now come to bed with me,” you say, a devious look in your eyes, hinting at what more you expect to occur once you make your way upstairs. 

Emily’s face heats, her smile extending wide before she pulls her lip between her teeth. She looks back up at you, sheepish and coy, her hands on her hips. 

“I’d follow you anywhere.” 

[drysaladandketchup]

How McDavid and Draisaitl Possess Different Leadership Styles

[drchucktingle]

allow space

so important to allow neurodivergent creators space to exist and express. it is LIFE CHANGING for some i had chronic pain for years, chuck thought my life would just be painkillers forever but you allowed me place to express myself and pain dissolved. CREATE and let others create

when i started my trot the amount of questioning of my autism and saying he is wearing mask this cant be real was so overwhelming and i am so glad i did not listen to those telling me my way of expression is 'wrong' or 'fake'. this has saved my life in literal way so THANK YOU

thank you to my buckaroos for joining me on this journey it means the world to me. it is OUR journey now. cant wait to see what happens with camp damascus and all the other futures we will create, cant wait to see what kind of adventures we get into. LOVE IS REAL

[benbamboozled]

Oh hey not me going through the Jason Todd-centric Batman Annual #25 and getting stabbed in the heart again by the little details.

[robo-dino-puppy]

machine rider varl ♡

[adrift-in-thyme]

The fact that Wild ran to Time of all people to have his opinion validated is hilarious to me. My man that dude has seen horrors and oddities you wouldn’t believe

[doodoodinklefart]

i can teach you how to be just like me

just listen carefully

[cloysterbell]

You guys went all in on becoming better people and you brought me along for the ride.