#most adorable couple

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt in Memes 5

Once more, have a prompt entirely in memes because I'm too lazy to properly write one right now lol.

[nyf-archive]

He spoke such sweet words to her, made her heart flutter all anew. The laughter is something only he has ever been able to bring out after years of solitude. She truly would be lost without him. Would've lost her light, her will to keep going. Yes, she had her oath, but Gods she had been so lonely. He was the first friend she had made in all those years. "I believe you have more faith in me than even I do." With his hand atop her head, the elf would wrinkle her nose, face scrunching only slightly in a silly way.

"I don't know about that. I'd be pretty lose without you. Mentally and literally. You're a much better leader than I could ever hope to be. You inspire me daily with your perseverance, you willingness to help, even when other people's problems aren't your own. Hells, you've helped me free of my burdens..."

Watching as Rein takes her hand, the blush dances across her cheeks again. "I'm sure you would be...I'm sure life would go ever on, but I agree...it is much sweeter having you around." When all of her knuckles have been loved upon, she would catch him softly with her hand against his cheek, pulling him closer for another kiss before resting her head against his. "But I could say it all day. I love you. I wish to make you as happy as Halsin is with honey...or Astarion after a nice meal." She'd kiss his nose this time, pulling back and smiling all the brighter, despite the rosy color that spans from ear to ear.

"Oh, my fierce dragon heart, you would do just fine without me. You'd rule with an iron fist and compassion. You'd give love to those who needed it and take down enemies of the people. You'd keep the innocent safe and fight with all our friends here just the same as you do right now. I don't make you special. You do that all by yourself."

He finally set her on the ground and placed a hand atop her head, "You'd do perfectly without me. This team, while it may be a different love, they love you just as intensely as I. People... Can live without romance, but you still need love. Family. However that takes shape."

Rein gently took her hands in his and bent down as he kissed each set of knuckles, "And I'm sure I'd be fine without you... But isn't it so much sweeter with you in it?" He winked.

@notyetfixed

[greghatecrimes]

Thank you writers for letting Cameron torment and fuck with House <3

[herrlichersonnigertag]

Do the tumblrinas know about Le Nozze di Figaro (1786, Mozart/Da Ponte)

[gunsatthaphan]

"I have no hope anymore."

[saint-miroir]

[k-wame]

LE PARADIS | THE LOST BOYS (2023) · dir. Zeno Graton

[ndostairlyrium]

can you hear me scream

[evilfloralfoolery]

Aftermath

Just the cuddly morning aftermath of Grimm's terrible cold/flu after his little exotic dancer mission lol.

Gods, Indigo can't stand himself. Grimm is also a bastard.

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Morning is a dreary affair, a weak sliver of grayed daylight peeking from between the heavy curtains.  Even without rising, Indigo can hear the rain/sleet combination pelting the windows, the whistle of the wind a sonorous continuum in counterpoint with the weather. 

Autumn has begun its descent into winter and Indigo has no complaints.  Much like his mother’s side of the family, he not only enjoys the cold, but thrives in it. 

Grimm, of course, is another story.

Beside him, Grimm stirs and Indigo feigns a peaceful state of slumber. 

For a moment. 

Arms slide around his body, inviting him into an embrace, which is well received. Indigo curls against his chest, one hand upon the warmth of Grimm's naked skin peeking from the V in his nightshirt.

“Mornin’.” Grimm's voice is thick with sleep and congestion, dark and rumbling, like living thunder.

“Good morning,” Indigo says in return. He reaches to run his fingers through the tousled mess of Grimm’s hair.  “How are you feeling?”

“Like ass.”  Grimm muffles a cough into one hand and clears his throat.  “But I’ve had worse.” 

While that may be true, Indigo finds himself impossibly undone by his partner’s admission of vulnerability, small as it may be.  Especially in conjunction with his more than apparent symptoms.  

“I shall make you some tea shortly,” Indigo says. 

“Mmmn, I don’t want tea yet.”  Grimm runs a hand down Indigo’s back and back up again, rubbing the space between his shoulder blades in an absent, complacent manner.  “I want you to keep pettin’ me.” 

Indigo chuckles. “I suppose I can manage that.” 

He shifts higher onto his pillow so that their positions are exchanged and it is now Grimm with his head resting upon Indigo’s chest. Gentle fingers sift through the fine silk of his locks, pausing to unravel the occasional snarl.

Grimm purrs like a contented panther.

For a moment. 

While he is well aware of Grimm’s notorious morning “issues,” it is still, nonetheless, a pulse-speeding event when Grimm’s breath hastens into a sudden, almost gasping hitch. 

“Huuh–huuuuhhiiih!  HhkgUSSCCHHu! –GKSSSCHHssh!”  

“Mmn, sorry,”  Grimm sniffles thickly and Indigo lets out a breath he didn't realize he held within himself so tightly.

“Bless you,” Indigo says. He tucks a handkerchief between Grimm’s fingers.  “And you are most certainly not sorry.”

Grimm chuckles.  “Damn right, I’m not.”

Long moments pass and Indigo has just begun to drift off once more when the slight catch of Grimm's breath alerts him to inevitable. The man is obviously trying to suppress things, including his overly sensitive buildup beforehand.

Indigo's breathing slows, but he does not move, instead presenting the façade of sleep.

Grimm shifts and Indigo cracks his eyelids to the slightest sliver of openness. The other man presses a hand beneath his nose with a flinch of shoulders, barely suppressing a desperate “--Nh’GGKT-shhuh!”  

Gods, he is a positively horrific stifler at times, barely managing to suppress anything at all. 

Which makes Indigo's toes curl in his socks. 

Honestly.

“Bless you,” Indigo says, unable to keep that obnoxious emphasis from the sentiment.

“Thanks,” Grimm says with something between a sigh and sniffle. 

He rolls into his side to face Indigo and even in the dimly lit room, that saucy smile is evident. “Damn, that fucks you up, huh.” 

Indigo rolls his eyes. “Haven't you tired of provoking me?” 

Grimm's smile widens. “Not enough to stop making you wanna fuck me.” 

 And Grimm being Grimm, he must obviously prove this point beyond a reasonable doubt. Fingers cinch into his pajama top as Grimm struggles with a drastically desperate breath.  “--nhhHGGXT-shhuh!” 

Indigo smirks. “Gods, Grimm. Either silence yourself or sneeze properly.”

“Smartasshhhuh! UhhhgSSCHHu! –RIISSSSHHiiiuh! Goddahhhuh-huuuh!”  

Indigo tenses, the fingers upon Grimm's arm curling into themselves in anticipation.

Grimm’s expression wavers into an urgent breakdown . . . and he pinches Indigo's thigh. “Sike.” 

“Oh, you great bastard!” Indigo slaps his shoulder as Grimm finds merciless amusement in his frustration.

“Goddamn, Indy, you're too fucking easy!” Grimm laughs with a deep, rough sound.  “And look at you. Slapping my sick ass around. You should be ashamed of yourself.” 

Indigo feigns complete and total indignation, but not before reaching around to properly deliver a well-placed open handed smack to Grimm's actual backside. “There. I have now officially slapped your sick ass.” 

Grimm would have certainly guffawed, had it not been for the threat of a fit of coughing. Instead, he cocks an eyebrow, expression flattening to something deadpan and serious. “I'm calling the police.” 

“You are the police!” 

“Retired.” Grimm’s smile curves into something nefarious. “Now, smack my ass like I'm your bitch.” 

Indigo cannot help himself. Even his attempt at muffling a laugh into a palm results in complete and total failure.

“Honestly.” He brushes aside a lock of Grimm's sleep-tousled hair. “I will do no such thing.” Fingers tighten in those silken locks and he gives it a sharp, jerking tug that snaps Grimm's head to one side. “But I will do this.” 

“Mmmn, yeah. I bet you will.” Grimm's lips part with sinful decadence, beckoning a kiss from his partner. 

He slides his free palm over Grimm’s cheek and rests it there.  The man is too stunning for words with his ever-darkening stubble and features that appear as if they were carved by the masterful hands of the gods.  

“I love you, Grimm,” he says, voice a low whisper of sound.

Grimm’s mischievous gaze softens and he turns his face into Indigo's hand, kissing his palm with a brief press of lips before pulling him closer. 

The way Grimm begins a kiss is nearly always a sensual affair, a gentle sort of tease, the promise of something deeper and thorough implicated by his touch.

“I love you, too, Indy.” 

Within the confines of his chest, Indigo's heart trips over its own beat. 

“Kiss me,” Grimm murmurs against his mouth.

And so he does. Indigo feels as if his soul is suffused in flames. No one should have the audacity to kiss this well.

Grimm’s fingers splay across his back, drawing him closer still and Indigo cannot suppress the soft moan that escapes him.

“You had best stop before you create something you are unable to finish.” Indigo's words are breathless and heady with desire.

Grimm pins him to the mattress with his superior weight, hair curtaining his face. “Who says I'm not gonna finish?”

[khaopybara]

Trust a Lesbian to Judge You and All of Your Life Decisions While Looking Hot AF

It felt dishonest to make compilations of all of the main men in this show and leave Cheum out of it when she's part of the Messy F4. To be honest, Cheum dresses simply, but Lookjun makes all of these look very good. I really had high hopes for Cheum before this show aired, but at least she delivered when it came to her outfits. Also, her favorite pants (the jeans with a hole in the back and one in the front) was used around 11-12 times that we can see it.

LOOKJUN BHASIDI as NAMCHUEAM ( ONLY FRIENDS 1-12 )

[ladysomething]

Your uploading schedule is trash lady come on

I was going to delete this because I didn't want to start discourse, but I've changed my mind.

I don't know if you thought this was a joke, or if you're talking shit for fun, but either way it's not funny.

It's been two and a half weeks. As of today, I am only three days behind the schedule. Most authors don't even have a schedule and to be honest I didn't even want one for wygig because I knew shit like this would happen.

I can't believe I'm rehashing this again, but I have a life outside of fic and Tumblr and f1. A very fucking busy life, actually. I have a full time job, for which I often work 50+ hours a week. I have a second job that I go to on Saturdays. I have friends I see, people I talk to, so that I don't go insane and I'm maintaining my relationships. I'm sick. My hand hurts. I'm applying for jobs.

And all of that is information that you are not owed.

If you want to read my fics, then I welcome you with eager arms. If you want to talk about theories, then by all means, please send me asks.

If you expect me to drop my entire life so that I can write ten thousand words every fortnight even more consistently than I already do, then feel free to wait until I've finished posting.

[mengyan]

xing yun: can you help me move this bucket?

shen li: what insolence! do you know who you’re talking to? this king is the almighty bicang-wang—

xing yun: ok bicang-wang, can you help me move this bucket?

[fox-guardian]

im sad i wanna do a poll on which fear people like the most aesthetically speaking but there aren't enough poll options :(

so i guess rb this and write in the tags which one/s are your fav aesthetically out of the rest, based on canon imagery and whatnot

[widevibratobitch]

Ok, drop your favourite characters and ships from the Three Musketeers, queen. <3

the answer is pretty simple actually <3

Aramis is my babygirl, my murder kitten, my favourite little princess, my rotten soldier, my sweet cheese... truly one of the characters of all time. to me. and he ages like fine wine - the older, the more cruel and ruthless and cunning and evil he gets, the better.

im a die-hard Athos/Aramis truther 🙏 i also adore the whole thing Aramis and Madame de Chevreuse have going on, especially their fucked up little divorce in the last book, it's insane and i'm obsessed with it. I do also think Aramis and d'Artagnan are long overdue for some quality hatesex sesh! and none of these are mutually exclusive, the opposite actually. basically i live for and breathe the entire d'Artagnan/Athos/Aramis/Marie drama. it's everything to me <333

[anetherealpoetess]

thinking about lestat's toxic mothering of claudia like. they really were a pestilential fever together. i miss them.

[cephydeluxe]

TW: eye strain, blood, no visible gore but eye injury implied (also rambling in the tags)

Early work in progress painting of v,,,, the final piece won’t look anything like this (…..maybe) but I was messing with layer settings and hard mix is serving ,,,,,

tbh I’m starting 2 understand V h8ters now,,, mf needs 2 get the FUCK outta my head before I do something crazy 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣 (((draw him more****