#my sweet lil guys!

[sheepieberry]

New kylar design hehe he’s for RoleSwap Kian

[bloomics]

via roseys_kawaii_shop on instagram

[preacherslittleangel]

[glendylucast]

Sparky

Ronald Speirs, Band of Brothers

Frameless :

Thank you @kuma4077 for these pics of Speirs and his cute poodle. it invaded my mind for days

Also Matthew Settle with his squad lol

(All the lyrics on screen is self-explanatory lol) So by Ed Sheeran

[aurorangen]

It has been a while since Renee and Robbie last saw their grandparents, so they visited Evergreen Harbour to surprise them! Travelling to far places was harder for Felix and Maya since they were getting on in their years, so they were overjoyed to see their grandchildren AND great-grandchildren ❤️

[rueclfer]

evergreen

𖤓 ii. meet the campers | series m.list | prev | part iii.

cabin one

cabin two

cabin three

cabin four

notes:

𖤓 okay i AM plotting for some side ships but idk how in depth im gonna get with them

𖤓 no one wants to room with bkdk. bakugou -> wants to be in bed and asleep by 9pm. izuku -> talks so fuckin much. (+ im fixing that fuckass epilogue IDC)

𖤓 something about including toga in with the kids is healing something in me i think heh

𖤓 toga and shigs are siblings in this au <3

[lunerenzo]

HES SO ADORABLE

...

I wanna suck his di-

[kozmicmizuu]

i’m going to sob

THEY LOOK SO CUTE!!! I LOVE THEM

GIYUU AND KANZABURO MY LOVES

i did it i won, i got giyuu and kanzaburo content i can die happy now

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[OLD ART ALERT] A COLLECTION OF SCENES FROM THE GILLIONS CATSCRATCH ARC THAT BROUGHT ME GREAT JOY. i love fishy chips especially when its just gillion being delirious and violent and hostile

[tehzeldamaster]

you are the sun and I am just the planets spinning around you💫

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

YOU CANT JUST SAY DILF SUGURU SUGAR DADDY AND NOT ELABORATE

tsk tsk greedy little anon ..... lucky for you dilfguru loves that about you :3c i just thinkkkkk he would be so very lovely and so very sweet . i don’t think he’d want sex he just wants your company / someone to baby ,,,,,, he’s a little lonely . the type who’d want to get to know you better before making any official decisions on the sugardaddy thing bc he doesn’t want you to think he’s a creepy old man lmao ….

he is soooo . supportive of you i fear he acts more like a lover than anything else (and tbh ur relationship will probably end up there before long because well he’s perfect) …… loves seeing you spend his money on your hobbies and interests and things that make you happy. loves loves loves to drink tea and do pottery with you ……… loves it when you show him whatever you bought with a bright smile ……. sometimes you give him a kiss on the cheek instead and he just goes ☺️ <- like that . loverman!!!!! loverdilf!!!!!!!!! tries not to be too overbearing because he knows he isn’t your boyfriend or anything, but he can’t help but be a little overprotective,,,,, if he notices you’re out late at night he’ll call you and ask you to join him instead <3 and if he sees you spending time with a guy your age he can’t help but walk up and say hello . just to make sure you aren’t feeling uncomfortable, of course…..

[maggotzinmygutzz]

Shhhh..you've been spoted by the danger noodle

[smokbeast]

fang looks biteable (affectionately) but I feel like if I tried I would be murdered

he’s a sweetheart when he can be but it’s best not to bite him, but soma well make sure he’s sweet for others.

[hyperactively-me]

halloween with husband!ghost 🍁🎃🍭

The chilly Halloween air nips at your skin as you sit on your front porch, surrounded by the faint glow of jack o' lanterns you and your husband had carved. The night is alive with the laughter of children, their costumes ranging from little monsters to miniature superheroes.

The sound of the front door swinging open and shutting pricks your ears, and you turn back to see your husband holding a large bowl of candy. You pull your sweater tighter around your frame, smiling to yourself as you watch him approach you.

"You're gonna catch a cold. Maybe we should go inside—"

"Simon! You promised," you scold gently, pouting your lips.

With a sigh, he begrudgingly sits down on the porch chair next to you, settling the bowl of candy in his lap.

Simon shifts uncomfortably in his chair, his hands clutching onto the sides of the bowl. He didn't really want to be out here in the first place, but you insisted on handing out candy to the kids this year. You wanted to be a friendly presence in the neighborhood, maybe get to know some new people. His reluctance was evident, yet you managed to coerce him into joining you. Besides, it could be fun! You're spending the evening just hangin' out with lil' ol' me! you had teased earlier that day. Of course, he had given in.

You catch a glimpse of his stern profile, the faint glow from the streetlight casting shadows on the edges of his face. He mutters something under his breath, likely a comment about the absurdity of Halloween, but you just chuckle in response, determined to make the most of the evening.

"Y'know, you can munch on those while we wait," you say, tapping his wrist lightly, motioning towards the candy in his hands.

Simon glances at the bowl of candy in his lap and then at you. With a dramatic sigh, he relents.

"S'pose a few wouldn't hurt."

He selects a piece of candy and unwraps it with deliberate nonchalance. As he munches, you can't help but notice a subtle softening in his demeanor. You hum, knowing that that man had an insatiable sweet tooth. His kryptonite.

A group of children dressed as witches and wizards approach your porch, their eyes widening at the sight of the mysterious man sitting there. You nudge Simon, urging him to play along. With a begrudging sigh, he reaches into the candy bowl, hand emerging with a handful of sweets.

"Happy Halloween," he grumbles in a barely audible voice. The kids exchange glances, half-terrified and half-amazed, before timidly taking the candy and scurrying away.

"See, Si, that wasn't too bad, was it?" you tease, elbowing him gently.

He settles back into his chair, trying to hide his smirk. "Don't get used to it, it's a once-a-year thing."

You laugh, appreciating his playfulness.

As the night progresses, more children in various costumes parade by, their eyes wide with excitement as they approach the enigmatic figure on the porch. Simon, despite his initial grumbling, starts to interact with the kids in his own unique way. Some ask about him, while others timidly compliment the carved pumpkins. The occasional chuckle escapes from the man next to you, and you can tell that, deep down, he's enjoying himself.

"Are you having fun?" you smile gently.

He raises an eyebrow at you. "Eh, it could be better."

But you know him well. Despite the tough exterior, you can sense the smallest grin creeping up on his face. You reach over, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "You're doing great. Besides, it's fun to see the kids' reactions. You're good with them."

Simon offers a subtle nod of acknowledgment, his gaze softening as he watches the neighborhood kids pass down the street. As the night unfolds, he becomes more animated, engaging with the children in playful banter and even managing a few lighthearted scares.

You can't help but smile proudly, reaching your hand to find his. You entwine your fingers in his, giving him a small squeeze. Simon glances at you, the faint glow from the jack o' lanterns highlighting the corner of his mouth as it quirks into a genuine smile. The warmth of your hand in his seems to be melting away any lingering reluctance, and he returns the squeeze, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected enjoyment he's finding in the evening.

As a group of children dressed as superheroes approaches, Simon beckons them over. With a flourish, he hands out candy, mimicking powerful stances. The kids respond with laughter, their amusement evident. You watch, heart warmed, as your usually stoic husband embraces the occasion of the evening.

"You're a sweetie," you remark, laughter bubbling in your voice.

He grins back, his eyes crinkling at the edges.

As a group of little monsters approaches, he pretends to be frightened, eliciting giggles from the kids. You can't help but marvel at the sight��Simon, the serious and stern Ghost, has become the kid’s one stop spot for entertainment. Who’d have thought?

As the final trick-or-treaters make their way down the street, Simon looks at you, satisfaction in his eyes. Simon starts to rise from his chair, a smile still lingering. "Well, that's enough Halloween for one year."

You tease him, "Maybe we can make it twice next year?"

He chuckles, flashing you a sidelong glance, "Let's not get carried away."

You stand from your own chair, stretching a little. "You should give yourself more credit, y'know, Mr. 'I don't wanna hand out candy.'"

Simon shakes his head, leaning down to grab the empty bowl and some stray candy wrappers. "I dunno what you're talkin' about, love."

You giggle at his response as you go to hold the front door open for him. He walks through the threshold, the warm air inside your shared home warming you both up. Your cheeks felt a little numb from the nippy air.

Once inside, you both shed your jackets, feeling the warmth of your cozy home enveloping you. Simon heads towards the living room, and you follow suit. The soft glow of the fireplace casts a warm glow across the dark living room.

Simon drops onto the couch with a sigh, looking content yet still retaining a hint of his usual stoicism. You join him, settling beside him, and he instinctively wraps an arm around your shoulders. The flickering flames dance in the fireplace, casting a gentle glow over the room. Simon reaches to the side to drape a blanket over the both of you.

"That wasn't as terrible as I thought it would be," Simon admits, a glint in his eyes.

You giggle, leaning into him. "Told you."

He smirks, "Well, I might consider making it a twice-a-year thing, but only because you seem to enjoy it so much."

You nuzzle against him, savoring the warmth of his embrace. "I knew you secretly loved it."

The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a moment, the crackling of the fireplace soothing you.

Simon leans down, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "Thanks for makin' me do this."

"I loved spending tonight with you, Si," you whisper.

Simon's gaze softens, and he tightens his embrace. "Me too," he murmurs, his voice a gentle rumble.

[elkkiel]

Just a couple of besties <3

A little side gift for @lauratheghost, as a complimentary piece to @stellasplendens' gift fic (+ absolutely adorable au!!!)

also on AO3!

[saetoru]

lil space nerd suguru is so precious to me. that one guy in your classes who’s got that neat lil man bun and bangs framing his face—sometimes he wears glasses when he’s especially tired in the mornings. he’s always taking diligent notes and pays attention in every class—even when that loud, talkative white haired guy who’s always with him is bugging him on the side. he’s always wearing baggy clothes that are two sizes too big for him and no one has really heard him talk more than he absolutely needs to because he keeps to himself.

and then you get to know him. he’s more talkative than you realize, slips in a sly comment that flusters you a bit without even trying. you didn’t realize he could be so smooth—but you suppose someone who’s so quiet and keeps to themselves so often is probably observant enough to know the little things about you. he’s painfully smart and knows random little things about random topics, but especially loves space. he’s a bit bashful when you notice the collection of books in his room for the first time. and sometimes, if you ask the right questions and seem genuinely interested enough, he’ll ramble a bit and throw in a bunch of facts and theories that he knows, too focused on speaking to notice the way you’re staring at him in awe. his hair frames his face perfectly and his jaw is sharp and his eyes get so animated when he’s passionate about something.

and then, under all those baggy clothes, he’s actually broad and muscled—strong arms and hands that wrap around your waist or settle on your hips and pull you against a sturdy chest. sometimes, when it’s just the two of you, he sits around shirtless with his hair down, glasses perched on his nose as he lays on your lap. he’s pretty like that—he’s pretty all the time, but especially when he’s alone with you and let’s himself be more open. he’s not so quiet when you get to really know him, a little bit of a tease when he wants to be, endearingly talkative when the topic is up his alley, and so gentle and sweet and patient and kind, it’s easy enough to fall in love with him. it’s even easier to never stop.