#multitasking~

[stuckinapril]

more studying, more walks, more reading, more skill-based hobbies, more experimenting w pretty fits and hairstyles, more gym, more exploring new things in general, more whole foods/healthy recipes, more financial literacy, more time management, more time off the phone, more being out the loop. nothing else matters

[mssi]

football is so back

[foxdoodles]

a little screenshot study/style experiment

[azuneekun]

March, Juniper, and Celine

❤️💜🩵

My three favorites

[hop-a-lot]

every once a while i get too ambitious for a piece

[laestoica]

[lomlompurim]

When your multiple jobs take away your wifey time...💔

[valeovalairs]

Just finished episode 10 of the Suckening (wtf was that), looking forward to the last three.. anyways you guys know the drill by now, more Suckening doodles, slightly out of order and all over the place.

[arrowsneo]

Mimicry

[bamsara]

Stinky overheating dumb dumb Arson vs his superior Desktop PC little sister that he's fighting me to transfer files to

[bucketyd]

Work hard, play hard

[deweydecimalchickens]

Happy Halloween and/or Diwali, everyone!

[retrogamingblog2]

Nintendo Switch Accessories made by inceptualize3D

[stuckinapril]

I think my life would be fixed if I fell asleep at a beautiful 8 pm and woke up at a beautiful 4 am bc it means I’m asleep when most people are awake and I’m awake when most people are asleep and honestly? Couldn’t ask for more

[ohworm-writes]

Thinking about Firefighter!Price.

Imagine him coming home after a long, exhausting day of working, keys jingling as he unlocks the door at some ungodly hour of the night, footsteps falling heavy against the floor as he walks inside, exhaustion and fatigue lingering along his form.

He's still dressed in his station wear - a fitted, navy blue t-shirt with Station 141's logo printed onto the front of it, small, right on the right side of his chest, and a pair of trousers in the same color to match, hanging loosely onto him.

He should take a shower, he knows he should. He smells of sweat and sulfur, the scents clinging to his clothes and skin like a second skin, and he know that the two of you'll have to wash the bedding come morning.

But god, the sight of you in bed, dressed in a loose pair of your own shorts and one of his spare shirts, face smushed against one of the pillows as your breathing comes slow, in and out, steady - it's far too enticing to pass up so easily.

So he unbuckles his belt in a daze, stripping off his shirt, undershirt and trouser, tossing the articles haphazardly onto the floor (he tries to toss them towards the hamper, but he knows he misses, given the way his belt buckle clanks loudly against the hardwood floor of the bedroom, but, honestly, he could care less).

And he gets right into bed beside you, fingers grazing lightly over the exposed skin of your thighs, traversing upwards, fingers splayed as his palm travels over the fabric of your shorts, sneaking their way under the loose shirt of his that you wear, hand pressing against your tummy as he pulls you close.

He presses his nose into your shoulder, eyes fluttering closed as he deeply inhales the scent of your body wash, softly shushing you as you start to rouse, the way your body gently begins to shuffle as you let out the softest, sleepiest yawn, listening as he grumbles softly against your skin.

"Didn't mean to wake you, love. Go back to sleep."

His voice is so hoarse, so strained and rough from the events of the day - yelling and barking out commands to the firefighters within the ladder and engine crews that he guides - but, at the same time, it's runs smooth like honey, settling just right in your sleepy, hazy mind.

He hugs you tighter, pressing your back flush against his chest as he curls his body around you in a subtly protective manner, littering tender kisses against your neck, trying to coax you back to sleep as he lets out a soft sigh, infatuated with the way your body molds perfectly into his.

"Mmm... s'fine, John. Wha... what time s'it?"

"None of your business, that's what time. Go back to sleep. I'll be here in the mornin'... promise you that. Okay?"

He doesn't let you ask your questions. If you try to think, he knows you'll wake up, and he already feels guilty about waking you up in the first place, so he doesn't even entertain your sleepy question, giving you a promise - two, technically. That he's here now and that it'll stay that way until the two of you wake up in the dawn.

"Stubborn..."

"Always. We c'n talk in the mornin'. Sleep."

"Mmm... glad you're back home safe. Love you."

"Love you, too."

But by the time he says the words, you've already fallen back asleep, and a deep, rumbling chuckle erupts from within his chest, amused, pressing one last kiss to the corner of your jaw before letting himself fall asleep behind you, his breaths, his heartbeat falling into sync with your own.

[dipperscavern]

dippy I'm in absolute need of more father!cregan🙏🙏 I'm ovulating and I can't stop thinking about giving him a whole litter of pups babies that hang from his arms like monkeys😞 + he'd be sooo doting ughh I'm unwell

ykw you’re so real cause i’m always in need of father cregan.

you already have two pups & are pregnant with your third, and even worse, you’d give him as many as he asks for :( cause he’s so dad. watching him teach your two boys how to shoot a bow an arrow, correcting their form as they focus on their target. your other boy, waiting for cregans instruction, smiling n waving when he sees you watching. you have a hand on your stomach, and wave back with a smile of your own (your boys adore you and cregan)

and your boys tell you alllll about it during supper. recounting with big grins on their faces how they almost got the center twice, and didn’t miss once. apparently, they almost killed a rabbit — & they give all credit to their teacher.

n cregan tells you about how it really went after you tuck your boys in for bed, and you’re readying yourself for sleep. how a rabbit scampered by and scared one so bad he yelped and dropped his bow entirely. but even so, they didn’t do terribly. one has lots of natural talent, and cregan even thinks he could make a fine archer one day :( <3