#my heart needs them always

[pizza-is-my-buziness]

I see one little gif set of 1666 and suddenly I am too overwhelmed with emotions to function.

Also I gave myself this prompt from the list I reblogged earlier: "sweaters and mittens" (but only mittens) and "gift"

It had pleased her mother to no end to see her daughter spending the past several nights seated in front of the fire, diligently working on her knitting and providing absolutely no reason for a scowl to cross Grace Miller’s face.

Hannah assumes her mother would be less pleased to know that she had been doing all that knitting on behalf of Sarah Fier. 

But the possibility of risking her mother’s ire is worth it, in exchange for the chance to go see Sarah for a reason other than one created solely off the top of her head to give her an excuse to darken the Fiers’ doorstep. December is still in its infancy, but the cold has long since pervaded all of Union and that particular afternoon smells of snow, so what better time to make her way across the settlement, basket dangling from the crook of her elbow, chill creeping through her petticoats and into her bones. 

Despite the cold and the rapidly freezing ground, there are still plenty of people about, attempting to chop wood before nightfall or dig up whatever root vegetables might still be salvageable. Only Isaac bothers to acknowledge her as she passes, pausing from plucking a freshly dead chicken to give her a nod and a smile. Hannah barely remembers to return the gesture, her thoughts already straying ahead of her, toward the house on the outskirts of the settlement, toward the curl of smoke she can already see emanating from the chimney. 

The yard is devoid of both person and beast when Hannah approaches and she can only imagine that the Fiers have more sense than she does, attempting to avoid being out in an afternoon that is only growing colder by the moment. Still, when Hannah casts about for any feeling of regret, it simply does not exist, especially not when the door swings open in response to her knocking and she finds herself facing Sarah herself. 

There is no mistaking the way Sarah’s face brightens when she sets eyes on her visitor, no hiding the grin that immediately turns up her lips. Hannah has seen more than a few forced smiles of Sarah Fier’s and this is certainly not one of them. The warmth of being on the receiving end of Sarah’s crinkling eyes and toothy smile spreads all the way to the soles of her boots, chasing away the bite of cold that has been freezing her solid throughout her walk. Hannah is certain that she could feel no warmer if she had tucked herself carefully beside the fire.

“Hannah. This is certainly a surprise.” Sarah steps back, opening the door wider in a clear invitation.

Hannah is all too happy to enter, and not just because it would allow for a reprieve from the cold. “A welcome one, I hope.” 

Sarah smiles as she latches the door back behind them, giving Hannah her full attention. “As if there could be any other where you are concerned.” 

The words and the ease with which Sarah says them threatens to steal the breath from Hannah’s lungs, just like they threaten to flood her with so much warmth that she might be tempted to shed a layer or two. More than a tiny part of her is tempted to step closer to Sarah, to reach for her hand, to let Sarah’s fingers warm her own. Or, better yet, to allow all of Sarah to envelop her, to warm her skin the way that Sarah’s smile has warmed her heart. 

Instead, Hannah forces herself to look away, to fidget with the basket instead. “I brought you something.” 

“Hannah! You didn’t need to-” 

“Well, I’m still learning,” Hannah cautions, interrupting Sarah’s enthusiasm before she can get too carried away. “So keep that in mind when you see what it is. Consider it…practice.” 

Sarah smiles, though her eyes are still settled on Hannah’s face, rather than the basket and impending gift. “So I’m expected to take your castoffs?” She teases. 

“Something like that.” Hannah grins, pulling the mittens she’d been so carefully knitting for the past several days from the basket and holding them toward Sarah. “It’s nothing, really. But I…” 

She trails off suddenly, feeling a prickle of embarrassment, a rush of heat that she hadn’t anticipated when she’d spent those evenings in front of the fire, when it seemingly hadn’t occurred to her that she would actually have to look Sarah in the eyes while she presented her with the gift. And now it seems ridiculous, the idea that she could just hand them over and not have to account for why she’d made them in the first place.

“Made these for me,” Sarah finishes, a touch of wonder to her voice that Hannah is not entirely sure that she deserves, especially not for a pair of lopsided mittens with a dropped stitch or two. Sarah takes them, brushing her fingers along the yarn. “Hannah, I-” 

Hannah shakes her head, shrugging, unable to keep from tightening her grip on the handle of the basket. “It was just a first attempt,” she reminds Sarah quickly. “I know they’re hardly as beautiful as-” 

“No,” Sarah says quickly, curling her fingers around them protectively. “No. They’re perfect. Thank you.” 

And it sounds like she truly means the words, that the soft expression of delight on her face is sincere and not just polite. That sincerity does little to cool the sudden heat in Hannah’s blood or slow the way her heart is galloping in her chest. 

If anything, it only serves to make her heart beat faster. 

“Thank you,” Sarah says again, letting her gaze return to Hannah’s face. “But…why…” 

There are easy ways to answer this, ways that don’t leave Hannah feeling flushed and uncertain, unsteady and nervous. Another lie about how she was simply practicing and needed someone to pass the attempt onto. 

Instead, what Hannah says is, “You mentioned before that you didn’t have a pair, that they’d grown too frayed and worn and…it’s getting so much colder now so I thought they might…” She swallows, uncertain as to why there’s something about being around Sarah Fier that makes conversation so much more difficult than usual. “I thought they might be useful.” 

Sarah is still holding the mittens tightly in her fingers, as though she worries Hannah might change her mind and take them back. Now she uncurls her fists, instead pulling the mittens on and beaming and seeing Sarah wearing the mittens, wearing these things that Hannah had created out of nothing just for her only makes Hannah feel all the more unsteady.

“See?” Sarah holds her hands up as proof. “They really are perfect.” 

Hannah swallows and manages to unstick the words from her throat. “I’m glad they fit.” 

“I will certainly be glad to have them tomorrow when I have to go out to feed the pigs.” Sarah hesitates, her smile faltering somewhat. “I would try to return the favor but I’m not entirely sure that I could create anything even resembling a glove or-” 

“Oh, no, that’s not…” Hannah quickly shakes her head. “It’s a gift.” 

Sarah studies her for a moment and Hannah dreads what might come next, dreads that Sarah might ask exactly why Hannah is bothering to make gifts for her. Because she’s certain if Sarah asks her, she’s not going to be able to come up with a lie, that it’ll be the truth that comes out.

How she already spends most of her evenings thinking about Sarah Fier, so what better way to use that focus?

How she had hoped that Sarah would look at her the way she is now, that she would smile like that when she’d received the gift.

How she wanted to be the one to make Sarah smile like that.

How the idea of Sarah putting on the mittens and thinking of her makes her feel a little bit dizzy and out a breath. 

Thankfully, Sarah doesn’t ask. She simply says, “Thank you. I will treasure them always.” 

Sarah reaches out to take Hannah’s hand in her mittened one and despite the fabric between them, Hannah can still feel the warmth of Sarah’s skin against her own. 

[eerna]

I need to find the person who decided Cait will go from a rich girl ashamed of her privilege and trying her best to make the world better, to someone who weaponizes her social and monetary capital for selfish goals that contribute to the oppression of the lower classes, the MOMENT she goes from heiress to leader. and give them an enormous kiss right on the mouth

[violetren]

The great thing about the White Collar OT3 is that at no point does the introduction of Neal into El and Peter's everyday lives never feels like a threat to Peter and El's marriage.

Like from the moment Neal shows up at their house in episode one he and El hit it off.

Within the first 5 episodes Neal and El have figured out they have similar knowledge and interest in the finer things, they're sharing looks over how Peter talks about and will react to things, El is telling Peter to trust in Neal a little, Neal is helping make sure they have a lovely anniversary, and El is calling Neal in to mediate/help prove her point in mini arguments to make Peter do stuff.

They also work really well because while Peter, El, and Neal might all be slightly different flavours and intensities of hyper competent adrenaline junkie weirdos, all three of them are intensely loyal to "their people" so the second El and Neal recognised that they both trust Peter as someone who will always try to do the right thing and respect them they were like "oh green flag."

[roseadleyn]

i can't stop thinking about how in the end of the queen of nothing, jude says that neither her nor cardan know how to be happy. they don't know how to live without lying and scheming and fighting and plotting: with each other and with other people

so now imagine jude and cardan after the dust has settled. they wouldn't know what 2 do with each other. like just imagine them now getting to know each other. it's like they've never met because ofc they still bicker and everything, but they are married and they just fought and almost died for each other. and yet jude can't say what's cardan's favorite color and cardan doesn't know her favorite snacks

with the court of shadows as matchmakers it starts turning into a whole ass romcom. one night jude wakes up and cardan is just pacing the room nervously and she immediately panics and thinks something is wrong but no. cardan is taking her to one of the places he used to hide in as a little kid and he's. stressed, to say the least

it's one of the rare times jude gets to see elfhame without some pressing responsibility on her mind. she worries about the state of the palace in the hours they're gone and cardan tries ( as well as he can ) to reassure her that the court of shadows is there and she can let the court go for like,, 2 hours. and then jude is a little quiet and she's just staring around her like yeah this land that she has given her life and body for is so beautiful. she knows about cardan's mother, so she tells him about her own.

anyway i'll go more into depth later but like. it's a very rocky journey. jude sleeps fitfully and has nightmares; cardan tries to avoid sleep by getting drunk. jude's from the human lands and tells cardan to sober up. they both kinda just hold each other during a really bad night. cardan finds out balekin made jude kiss him and is so ashamed and shocked and horrified he can barely look her in the eyes except mutter apologies

cardan also persuades jude to drink btw. she's a very clingy drunk ( not weepy, she's not emotional or anything but she refuses to let go of him )

[loves2spwge]

a very sweet & loving stankyle kiss i commissioned from @currrsy 💙💚

[leucoratia]

My favourite loser scientist (we are legally married)

Handplates!Gaster by @zarla-s (thank you so much for this AU it has given me life for the past 6 years)

[cosmicdreamgrl]

you gave me the best of me, so you'll give you the best of you 🩵 [ cr: namuspromised ]

[ruporas]

tri-trans! happy#tdov 💘

[banditblvd]

Bad boys..... Ssave me bad boys..... Oh God oh no.......,,..

uhh

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

Julian Blackthorn’s constant awareness of his siblings is both so heartwarming and so heartbreaking to read

[yashley]

Did she keep you trapped?

[icewindandboringhorror]

I made a few new wax seal stamps out of clay (like the ones I did for my worldbuilding stuff forever ago), this time just of random symbols that I thought might look good done in the style of painting over the raised part of the wax or etc. :0c Some of them aren't carved deep enough to really show up that well, but overall they worked okay for being clay lol

[glitchedcosmos]

ThEM

[lost-in-azalea-forest]

sometimes i think "nah, i'm not THAT obsessed with f/o" and then i see f/o and sdjdkcjkcjckdhfk 💝💓💝💕💖💓💘💖💟💓💝💓💕💘

[aigoos]

Finger Hearts Obikin Art

I commed @ebiemoon an Obikin art of them doing the finger hearts, and it turned out soooo pretty! Both boys look absolutely adorable in that pose and in their Jedi robes -- Anakin's leather tabard is so shiny. Plus, both of their hair looks so soft to touch. Eeee! Thank you so much, @ebiemoon ^_^

[pseudokap]

just an absolute MASSIVE HUGE HUMONGUS GIANT jrwi doodle/sketch/idk dump from all my sudden bursts of motivation INCOMING TAKE COVER HIDE STOP DROP AND ROLL

yeah they are all headshots (except for one)!!! What about it (falls over. imposter syndrome GO)