#me + pyjamas 4ever

[watsername]

love getting pyjamas for christmas but hate the ‘i didn’t know what to get you so you got pyjamas’ that comes with them (i also did tell you my interests and ideas of cheap gifts in that area so like . that’s on you) i will wear the pyjamas i love pyjamas. and slippers .

[weathertheraine]

asanya for the ship bingo mayhaps?

(Finishing off these asks! :D)

ASANOYAAA :D soulmates !! Yin and yang !!! I feel like they don’t get enough attention. Kinda similar to the series actually,, after their fuckin. Breakup drama first appearance they get back together and then just continue to be in love in the background for the rest of the series :) i love when they r in love in the background all day all the time,, but i do wish more ppl put them in the spotlight!

And as anyone who follows me knows, t4t asanoya is so sooooo important to me. Healing and joy and love 4ever. Transmasc noya and transfem asahi is so important to me - complimentary opposites just like in everything else. They straight up adore each other, and id love to see more people explore how they navigate their differences while being totally over the moon for the other’s idiosyncrasies. (Example from my hcs: early bird noya who gets up at 6am on a saturday, has breakfast, goes for a run, comes home, showers, gets into a clean set of pyjamas, and jumps right back into bed with the love of his life who is still fast asleep like a big bear in the wintertime. True love) ALSO i wish ppl would explore the long distance aspect of their timeskip relationship !! I think it could be really interesting. At the risk of this becoming a fic synopsis i must end here but ye asanoya true love and i wish more ppl focussed on them more

TYSM for the ask! Here’s the bingo! (No more thanks!)

[infallible-dreamers]

Comfort tags 🔥

tagged by the lovely @bekkachaos

Comfort Movie: Stardust (it honestly has everything you could want fantasy, action, romance, comedy and an amazing cast), and Never been kissed

Comfort Food: Lasagne

Comfort Clothing: I don't like overheating so my short sleeve grad tee and pyjama shorts (preferably with pockets)

Comfort Song: Take me to Church by Hozier

Comfort Book: A darker shade of magic by VE Schwab. or Vicious by VE Schwab. I like her writing style a lot. Next on my to read is actually The invisible life of Addie LaRue by ... you guessed it... VE Schwab

Comfort Game: Legend of Zelda, any version but love breath of the wild a lot. or final fantasy XV. I love expansive worlds.

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[elejah-verse]

@klaroline-4ever thank you 💕🎈

Elijah:"So, we're going into a tug of war over this T-shirt?"

Elena looks cutely at her husband:"It looks so much better on me"

Elijah:"But you use it as a pyjama top!?"

Elena raises an eyebrow at the Original: "Which you so love taking off me!"

Elijah smiles back: "You are so right. Ok. You win. It's yours."

Elena puts the T-shirt on and taking Elijah's hand, walks him into their new bedroom.

[enbystede]

Autistic Archie Headcanons

In honour of my new URL I want to share with you all my most favourite and treasured headcanons. (Also I’m sorry this is so long with no read more I’m on mobile lmao)

- Archie stims by hand flapping - Archie: Hi let me introduce you to my one-billionth Special Interest - Doesn’t go non verbal, but used to when he was little. Still sometimes automatically replies in ASL - Can remember random conversation from seven years ago about the way Jughead likes pie. Can’t remember what Jughead told him two minutes ago about something important. - If You’re Not Talking About My Special Interest I Don’t Want To Know - Main special interests include: Music, Football, LGBT+, His Friends, Superheroes, Space/NASA - (After seeing Newt Scamander in Fantastic Beasts) Archie: I have never related to a character more in my entire life. - Don’t forget his hand flapping. Always hand flapping. He’s excited? Flapping. Anxious? Flapping. Bored? Flapping. Happy? Flapping. - Will get distracted by a spiny stim toy for Hours - He loves stim videos. Especially paint mixing ones. - Glitter jars are his Favourite Thing - I Got Motivated At 3am And Cleaned The Whole House - Archie: Hey could I have a glass of water? Ronnie, jokingly: Nope, of course not. Archie: Okay. Ronnie: ?? Dude just go get some water. Archie: ????? But you-? Okay. - Person: It’s a stim blanket. Archie: It’s a blanket full of balls?? Person: Yeah. Archie: How would that be good for stimming??? Person: Try it! Archie: *uses it* Holy Shit. - Struggles with eye contact - Hates when people change the rules on him, eg: - Fred: Hey Arch, I thought you could use a break so I did the dishes tonight. Archie: ???? But that’s MY job?!!? - Petting Vegas is a BIG STIM - Archie: Sometimes when I pet my dog I forget the world exists - Constantly checking his friends actually are his friends because honestly how can anyone be sure??? - “But as friends, right?” “So friends who wants to go to pops?” “Good morning friends!” “So my good friend-” Kevin: Archie please I will never stop being friends with you just please stop using the word friends. Archie: That’s fair. - Social situations??? Beyond him. “You were just doing it as a favour to me, right??” Took him 4ever to realise the Blossoms were trying to buy him and that it was a Bad Idea Doesn’t even realise his music is Sad Time Music - High Empathy, Low Emotional Control – doesn’t like people hurting and always tries to defend them, sometimes to his own detriment (confronting Reggie, the bar scene), apologises for things whether they’re his fault or not (Jughead, Betty, Valerie, Veronica, Fred) - Won’t wear pyjamas to bed but will wear them all day if allowed.

[stormcrawler75]

What about virgil finds a kitten and asks remy to help him hide it from their landlord?

Remy woke up to the sound of fast and desperate pounding on his door. He blinked his eyes open, pushing himself up on his elbows and patting the carpet beside the couch for his sunglasses. “Coming!” The knocking kept coming and Remy groaned, finally finding the glasses and pushing them on clumsily. 

“I said I’m coming! Hold your damn horses!” He got off the couch and stumbled over to his apartment door, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he did so. Remy yawned, taking his sweet ass time because whoever was at the door had woken him from a nice nap, and opened the door.

On the other side was the cutest sight Remy had ever seen. Virgil Shae, Remy’s Darling little kitten, was cradling a tiny little black kitten with white patches of fur under their eyes. Virgil’s hoodie was off and wrapped around the kitten, most likely to shield the kitten from the rain from which Virgil was soaked from head to foot.

“I need help,” Virgil gasped. The poor dear was shaking and had an unhealthy flush to his cheeks, his makeup running down his cheeks from the rain. Oh, Remy just knew that he was going to be caring for his sick friend soon. “Please, I found her behind Patton’s bakery and, and she was gonna get wet! I-I now that our apartment doesn’t a-allow pets but,”

“Get in here,” Remy hissed, grabbing Virgil’s arm and pulling him inside. He poked his head out and looked both ways, only closing the door when he was sure that no one had seen Virgil or his new friend. He turned back when the kitten started mewling and gave Virgil a fond and exasperated look. “Gurl, I knew that you were a softie but I never would’ve taken you for the type who goes running through the rain to save baby kittens.”

Virgil glared up at him, though the fact that he dripping on Remy’s carpet lessened the effect. “She was going to die if I left her there! And she was all alone and I think that she was abandoned!” His angry expression melted away and he was looking up at Remy desperately. “Please, help me hide her from the Landlord. I’m not going to give her up, I can’t!”

Remy sighed and reached out, gently taking the kitten from his friend’s arms. “Alright, Darling. You go into my room and change into my pyjamas, okay? They’re in the bottom drawer of my dresser, go on then.” He gently pushed Virgil in the direction of his bedroom. “I’ll get some tuna for your new girly here to eat. Go on, you’re getting my carpet wet.”

Virgil almost went limp with relief and beamed at Remy. “Thank you,” he breathed. He rubbed a finger on the kitten’s face and smiled when the kitten bumped her head against it with a soft mewl. “I’ll be right back, Lilith.” With that, he scampered off to Remy’s room.

Remy sighed and held the kitten, Lilith, up to his eyes. “You’re gonna cause a lot of trouble,” he said sagely. The kitten placed a damp paw against Remy’s nose and Remy narrowed his eyes. “You know that, don’t you?” He sighed. “It’s just right for my troublesome little kitten to find another troublesome little kitten.”

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[stormcrawler75]

Could you write a valentines fic with Virgil’s first Valentine’s Day with the other sides? Maybe platonic LAMP or prinxiety?

Virgil woke up to the feeling of his shoulder being shaken gently. “Virgil,” a voice cooed. “Kiddo, Sweetheart, Honey, son of my heart,”

“Patton. Stop it,” he whined. Virgil could already feel his face growing warm at the sappy, loving nicknames. He blinked his eyes open sleepily and glared at the Moral Side who was crouched down on the bed next to him.

“Morning,” Patton sang. He cupped Virgil’s cheek and beamed at him. “Happy Valentine’s day, Kiddo!”

Virgil blinked in numb confusion before Patton’s words sunk in. Oh, yeah. Valentine’s day. That was a thing the Light Sides did.

The Dark Sides had never celebrated Valentine’s day or any other Holiday for that matter. Days that those came and went with the Dark Sides not celebrating it themselves but doing what they thought Thomas needed. Virgil had always hated Valentine’s day. So much pressure to find a date, to do something romantic, and a whole lot of other things that sent Virgil into a shaking and Anxious mess.

But, things were different now. Thomas was spending Valentine’s day with his friends today and Virgil was a Light Side now. And, the Light Sides actually celebrated Holidays. Valentine’s day had been hyped up for weeks now, even Logan had gotten excited about the 13th of February. The Commons were decorated with streamers, hearts, and so many different things that had made Virgil’s head spin. It was just so different and strange.

He forced himself back into the present and focus on Patton. “Um, yeah. Happy Valentine’s day, Patton.”

Patton giggled and took Virgil’s hands, bouncing them up and down happily. “I got breakfast ready, Kiddo! Pancakes and homemade whipped cream with strawberries!”

“That sounds great,” Virgil mumbled, pushing himself up so he was sitting against his headboard. Patton cooed at his raccoon onesie but didn’t waste time pulling Virgil out of bed and toward the door. “Wait,” Virgil protested, “I’m not dressed, Pat!”

“Neither am I!” Patton pointed out through his giggles. “And neither is Roman or Logan. It’s a pyjama sorta day, Kiddo!”

Virgil sighed and let it go. Besides, Patton was in his cat onesie and, looking around the kitchen when they entered, Roman and Logan were wearing their own onesies too. Logan was making a pot of coffee in his unicorn onesie and Roman was seated at the kitchen table in his lion onesie.

Roman perked up and grinned at them. “Ah, finally! You certainly slept in this morning,” he teased Virgil.

Virgil didn’t respond aside from a dry smirk before plopping down in the seat beside him. A mug of steaming coffee was placed at his side and Virgil glanced up to see Logan smiling down at him. He grinned at him and nodded in thanks.

“Good morning, Virgil,” Logan greeted, sitting down beside him, “and Happy Valentine’s day.”

Virgil managed a soft and nervous smile. “Happy Valentine’s day to you too, Specs. And, um, Happy Valentine’s day, Princey.”

Virgil was almost blinded by the bright grin Roman aimed his way. “Happy Valentine’s day indeed, my Dark and Stormy Knight! And what a marvellous day it is! A day for love,”

“Platonic as well as romantic,” Logan cut in.

“Yes, yes,” Roman said, rolling his eyes, “a day for all kinds of love.”

“And for spending time with family!” Patton cheered, sliding pancakes onto four separate plates. He skipped over and placed a plate in front of Virgil, who looked down at the plate piled high with pancakes, fluffy whipped cream, and strawberries cut in half.

Virgil quickly thanked Patton and started to cut into his breakfast. He watched his family fondly as they kept talking about Valentine’s day and all the things they had planned.

He had been so focused, that is took a gentle shove from Roman to bring him back into reality. He blinked and straightened when he saw them all staring at him. “Oh, sorry. Did you guys ask me something?”

Logan smiled reassuringly at him. “We did. Patton asked you if there is a specific type of cookie you’d like to bake with us today.

Virgil just stared blankly at him. “Cookies?”

Logan shared looks with Roman and Patton that had hints of guilt to them. “Yes, cookies. It is an activity that we do each year after breakfast to strengthen our bonds with each other. It also allows us to spend time together, which is what Valentine’s day is all about. Spending time with loved ones.”

Loved Ones. Those two words almost broke him because it included him. He was a loved one now. He was a part of an actual family, this family. And, boy, did that make it feel like his heart was going burst with joy.

Virgil ducked his head so the others wouldn’t the tears growing in his eyes. “Uh, you remember those mint chocolate chip cookies you made once, Pat? Could we do those? If that’s alright.”

Patton reached across the table and took Virgil’s hand. “Kiddo,” he said with a smile, “that’s more than alright.”

Roman clapped his hands and beamed at the two. “Excellent! Now that we got that all settled, can we get this wonderful day started?”

Virgil chuckled wetly and nodded. “Sounds good to me.” He glanced around at his family and smiled. Yes, that sounded like a great way to spend Valentine’s day. With his family.

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[stormcrawler75]

Hi, could you pretty please do "it's okay, I couldn't sleep anyways" with prinxiety? (If you have the time obviously) 💕💕

The door to Virgil’s room was pushed open, startling the Anxious Side who was focused on his sketch book. Roman walked in, keeping his head down.

“Hey, Ro.” Virgil set his sketchbook down beside him on the bed and smiled at Roman. “What’s up?” Roman didn’t look at him and Virgil frowned in concern. Roman’s hair was sticking up in all directions and his silk red and gold pyjamas were a far cry from being the neat sleep wear they usually were.

“Hello, Dark and Stormy.” Roman greeted, voice cracking. “I, I saw your light on and thought something may be wrong.” He shuffled his feet nervously and peaked up at Virgil. Little grey shadows were forming under his eyes and were getting darker by the second. The shadows were accented by the red puffiness that was surrounding Roman’s eyes and the tear marks on his cheeks.

Virgil hummed and shook his head, deciding to take the indirect route. “I’m good, Ro. Just sketching.” He patted the spot on his bed next to him. “Wanna come sit with me?”

Roman took a hesitant step forward. “I, I’d hate to intrude. I mean, you’ll probably want to go to sleep soon.” Virgil shook his head and held out a hand. 

“It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyways. And, I doubt I’m going to.” He smiled at Roman encouragingly. “C’mon, I need someone to critique my stuff and who better than Creativity himself?”

Roman’s lips quirked upward a little and he crawled onto Virgil’s bed, pulling Virgil next to him. Compared to Roman, Virgil was tiny and could fit easily into Roman’s lap, which seemed to comfort Roman a lot to be able to hold his partner. Virgil curled into Roman’s side and showed him his drawing. 

“What’cha think, Princey?” Roman hummed and nodded distractedly. He seemed more interested in running his hands over Virgil’s body, as if he was checking for injuries. Virgil caught one of Roman’s hands in his and gave it a squeeze. “I’m right here, Ro. I’m okay.” He leaned his head on Roman’s chest.

Roman gave a shaky laugh and kissed the top of Virgil’s head. “Good, good.” Virgil glanced up and frowned at the almost black shadows under Roman’s eyes.

“Hey, why don’t we go down to the Commons?” Virgil suggested. “Get some hot chocolate and get a Disney marathon going.” Roman bit his lip.

“Patton won’t be too happy with us.” He cautioned but Virgil just shrugged.

“He’s going to be upset anyways once he figures out how much sleep I’ve been getting lately.” Virgil smiled at Roman sympathetically. “You’re not the only one with nightmares, Prince.”

Roman smiled back at him and rubbed a thumb across Virgil’s cheek.. “Then, it seems we will have to fight them together.”

“With hot chocolate, Disney, and cuddling?”

“With hot chocolate, Disney, and cuddling.”

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[stormcrawler75]

“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.” for prinxiety pretty pleaaaase?

Virgil forced his eyes back open as they slipped closed for the tenth time in just the last few minutes. He just wanted to finish this section of this book and then he would go to sleep. 

He was lying down in the room Roman had made for the two of them so neither of them would have to go through the effects of staying in the other’s room for too long. Roman was still downstairs, finishing up a movie night with the other Sides.

Virgil had tried to get through the whole night but started drifting off halfway through their first movie. Roman had glanced down at him and whispered in Virgil’s ear to go to bed and he’d be up as soon as him and the others finished up. Virgil had thought about refusing, wanting nothing more than to cuddle up to his boyfriend and watch Tangled, but ultimately decided to do what Roman suggested and said goodnight to the others, sinking down into his shared room to get some well-deserved rest.

But, now it was two hours later and instead of closing his eyes and getting some sleep, he was still awake making his way through one of Roman’s hundreds of poetry books in half awake stubbornness. He didn’t even notice when Roman sunk up and changed into his pyjamas, hissing in surprise when the book was plucked from his hands and placed gently on the bedside table. 

Roman hummed and slide a bookmark in where Virgil left off. “You’re exhausted, my Prince. I thought you were going to sleep.” Virgil pouted at him and pointed a finger at Roman in sleepy irritation. 

“I wanted to read some of that book first,” Virgil grumbled. “And, it’s... not completely boring.” Some of the poetry was actually really dark and interesting.

Roman chuckled in amusement. “I’m happy you’re enjoying my poetry books, my Love. If you’d like, I’ll read you some of its contexts tomorrow.” Virgil smiled softly at the thought and Roman cupped his face in his hands. “After you go to sleep.” 

Virgil groaned and rubbed at his eyes. “I’m perfecting fine! I can stay awake a little while longer, Ro!” Roman slipped into bed and pulled Virgil into his arms. Virgil fought to keep his eyes open.

“Are you sure you’re not even a little tired, my sweet Prince?” Roman teased, making Virgil’s cheeks light up in a soft pink color. “Your words aren’t spoken as eloquently as they usually are. In fact, I’m hearing a little slur in your voice. Isn’t that what happens when you’re tired, Sweet One?”

Virgil grumbled incomprehensibly and buried his face in Roman’s shoulder. Roman laughed and cuddled Virgil close. “You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.” He kissed the side of Virgil’s head. “However, as much as I enjoy speaking to you when you’re like this, I believe you need some sleep.” He snapped his fingers, turning off the lights and turning off the little nightlight near the door. 

Virgil groaned but closed his eyes, drifting asleep to the feel of Roman’s fingers running his fingers through his hair and him humming a quiet tune in Virgil’s ear.

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