#omfg i love him SO MUCH

[galaxy-blackbird]

Hetalia England headcanon

So, it’s pretty much cannon that England unknowingly rolls his eyes back when doing magic

(Hetalia World Stars Chapter 412)

And his eyes roll back when he’s surprised/angry/whatever

So what if his magic is heavily linked to his emotions and acts up whenever he is surprised/angry/whatever and that’s why his eyes roll back so often.

[tjisntnice]

Aaron hotchner mood board bc holy shit

[arecaceae175]

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME HE'S SMILED IN A YEAR!!! AND IT'S SO WIDE!!! SO HAPPY!!!!!

(from @linkeduniverse)

[nothing-behindher-eyes]

your honor is it a crime to love him?

[allylikethecat]

as someone who knows absolutely nothing at all about horses / horse riding, i am. obsessed. with all the king's horses. i loved the new chapter 🥰

Ahhhh thank you so much for reading!! I know this AU is very niche (and that myself and maybe like three other people are the target audience lol) but I am just so thankful for all of the support it has received and that people are still willing to give it a chance! I have so much fun working on it (and was literally flatting my horse after work today day dreaming about the fic lol) and I love horses SO MUCH so getting to combine these two things makes me extra happy! Thank you SO MUCH for reading, and if you ever have any horse questions let me know! I've been trying to make things clear to not horse people as well, but if I ever get too "nerdy horse girl" about it let me know! Thank you for reading and your kind words about the new chapter and sending this ask!! I hope you had a wonderful Friday and that you have the best weekend!

❤️Ally

[waytoomanyocstocount]

Guess who's gonna start a Fizzarolli shrine.

This mf right here.

It's just a piece of cardboard I put on my wall with a tack that I'm gonna put Fizz stickers on.

All because an irl friend gave me a Fizz sticker.

I need help quicker than I can get it.

[bl00dyth1rsty-sh4rk]

REMINDER THAT ICP IS A GOOD BAND WITH GOOD PEOPLE

“In celebration of his daughter Ruby Bruce Lee’s twelfth birthday, Violent J donned the fursona Kung Fu Joe—a martial arts trained wolf with facial fur resembling Juggalo face paint—and attended Midwest Fur Fest in Chicago. This also happened to be the weekend Violent J joined Instagram, so his account is now exclusively filled with photos and videos from the con. Regardless of what you may think about the furry lifestyle, the enthusiasm this man has for his daughter’s hobby is damn endearing.”

[chickennuggies2009]

Omfg look at this baby seal

[st311ar]

Look at how fluffy his ponytail is In this closeup scene In MELTING

[wolfisobsessed]

Fang sleeping on my bed, yes I had put a blanket on him and that dino plush was used as a elbow rest when I was laying down next to him so that’s why it’s crushed.

[meltedmush]

[pinkbowii]

LOOK AT THIS BOY

[tjisntnice]

guys he so pathetic like a wet cat im in love

[ventique18]

I love how Malleus is misunderstood in the truest of sense not because he's a typical kuudere who likes animals but just happened to always pick the most offensive language known to mankind every time he wants to praise the mc, but because people are literally making up shit about him that he's never done before.

"He'll kill you on sight," "He eats babies for breakfast," but when you meet him he's a genuinely happy person. Like, not even because you accidentally triggered his gap moe and you see the golden heart he's purposely hidden from the world because of trauma or some edgy crap. Literally just someone who smiles the entire time he's talking to you and guffaws at your jokes and gets excited at the thought of going to places with you.

Like, that's not a kuudere, that's a normal person.

And it's not even that he doesn't have trauma. My guy accidentally got cursed by his own mom. It's just that he thinks the prospect of a precious present moment weighs so much more to him than a past he has no control over.

[ja3yun]

I am just a girl....please....hoon....

[bokutoko]

7/11

character: atsumu miya (timeskip!atsumu)

word count: 1026

warnings: cursing (a couple times, not too explicit), angsty-ish to fluff?

content: atsumu saves the day with a free slurpee to ease your heartbreak

Lying in bed with tears staining your pillow, you ignored the plethora of texts from your now ex-boyfriend, who you found kissing another girl behind a building at your university. The only text you’d sent him said, “We’re done. Enjoy that new girl, asshole.” You sounded like a badass, sure, but there you were afterwards, crying alone in your room.

Your roommates periodically checked on you with water and a snack, but otherwise, they gave you your space for a few hours. You just felt so embarrassed, so betrayed. Your mind was a whirlwind of negativities, constantly reminding you of how worthless you were.

There was a knock on your door, but you had no energy to get up. Instead, you called out a meek, “Come in,” then winced at your own voice. The feeling of being so vulnerable and sounding so weak made you nauseous. 

“Hey there, sweetheart,” Atsumu greeted as he opened the door, using the same comforting name he always gave you when he knew you were upset. Your body immediately relaxed at his appearance. “Ya doin’ okay?”

You sniffled, meeting his gaze—it was strangely softer than what you were used to from him.  

“What’re you doing here, Tsumu?” You’d texted him on the walk back after catching your ex, but you didn’t bother checking your phone once you returned to your apartment. He crouched down to the edge of your bed, staying eye level with you, and you sniffled again. “You’re supposed to be in practice right now.”

“I know, but you’re here hurtin’ right now. Can’t leave ya all alone in yer thoughts now, can I?” He answered with a teasing smile, his hand brushing along your arm—an action that always helped calm you down.

You took a couple deep breaths. “I’m fine,” you tried to assert, but the crack in your voice betrayed you. Atsumu’s hand wandered upwards, where he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. 

“Ya don’t have ta lie ta me. Ya suck at it anyway,” he chided, seeing straight through your bullshit. As always. 

Instead of laughing, your lip quivered, tears welling up in your eyes once again. “I just feel so stupid.” You bit your bottom lip in a feeble attempt to keep yourself from bursting into tears again. 

“Yer not stupid. Far from it, for yer information.” He argued, pulling you in for a hug. Your arms wrapped around his chest, breathing in the warm scent of his cologne, as you cried into his shoulder, surely leaving stains on his shirt. Atsumu quietly shushed you and rubbed gentle circles into your back, contrary to his typical bone-crushing hugs. 

“That asshole’s not worth yer tears, ya know.” 

You mumbled a muffled, “I know,” into his shoulder, attempting to slow your hiccups into deeper breaths. 

“C’mon, lemme see that pretty face,” Atsumu cooed playfully, pulling you back from the hug. He took in your appearance: your red, slightly puffy eyes, your clammy, tear-stained face, your swollen bottom lip.

You laughed, and Atsumu thought he could sing after hearing a hint of happiness from you. “I probably look horrible.”

He chuckled, “A bit.”

You elbowed him in response, eliciting a stifled groan from Atsumu, and he quickly changed the subject. “Ya know what today is?”

You checked your phone: July 11. You looked back, meeting his bright eyes and signature smirk.

“Ya wanna get a free slurpee?” 

—

As you both sat outside the 7-Eleven, you were wrapped in Atsumu’s MSBY jacket due to the summer’s chilly night breeze and your frozen drink. He willingly reluctantly gave it up, scolding you with, “Ya should’ve brought yer own damn jacket.” However, he couldn’t hide his reddening cheeks at the sight of you in his clothes. 

With the scent of cinnamon—the scent of Atsumu—flooding your senses, a quiet sigh escaped your lips, your body relaxing once again in his presence. 

Atsumu’s lips quickly turned blue from his slurpee, which led you in a fit of giggles after he winced from a brain freeze. 

“Don’t laugh! I hope ya get one too!”

There was soon a peaceful silence between you two for a little while, just sitting together on the curb, watching the moon as you drank your slushees. But there was something slowly eating you away in your mind, feeling weighed down by newfound insecurities. 

“Is there something wrong with me, Tsumu?”

Atsumu’s head snapped toward you, his brown eyes meeting your glassy ones. His face pursed, looking genuinely offended. “‘Course not. There’s never been anythin’ wrong with ya,” he lectured, and you cut your eyes at him in disbelief.

“That’s not what you told me back in high school. You called me a weirdo back then.”

“Ya were—” he answered, and you feigned a pout, “—But I meant it affectionately.”

He noticed your skeptical look and he sighed, continuing, “Ya know what I mean, though. Yer funny, yer kind, yer real pretty, and yer so damn smart. Any guy would lucky ta be with ya. There, does that make ya feel better?”

You smiled to yourself, your face feeling warm from the onslaught of compliments. You scooted closer to Atsumu and hugged his arm, leaning into him. “Thanks, Tsumu. Maybe one day someone’ll see all that.” You turned away, looking to the sky to admire the stars, all while Atsumu was looking down, admiring you.

Ever since the both of you were in high school, you had this borderlining unrealistic expectation of love, where you wished for a Prince Charming to come in and sweep you off your feet, so you could live out your own happily ever after. 

And Atsumu knew he was not royalty in any sense of the word, so he was alright with being your knight in shining armor—to comfort you, to make you laugh, and to help you pick up your broken pieces. All in hopes that you might one day notice him, that you’d decide you no longer wanted a prince, but a knight instead. 

But until then, he’d settle with sipping on convenience store slurpees at midnight with you, making you smile and laugh in any way he knew how. 

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