#rent free in my head

[shadystranger]

the contrast when the muzzle is in his face vs in sam's still kills me

[solifloris]

sir you have my everything sir

[weetlebeetle]

Dropped everything to draw this

[jossamology]

josssam headcanons. (part two)

❝ i thought we had a connection 𓈒　 　𓈒　　❞ sam giddings + josh washington this is part 2 of jossam headcannons, enjoy! x

josh pretending he’s not listening to sam’s ramblings, but he could recite every word back to her—her voice has become his favorite sound.

late-night confessions over text, josh sending her random deep thoughts at 3 am because sam is the only one he trusts with the parts of himself that he hides from everyone else.

falling asleep on the phone together, neither wanting to hang up first, so they just listen to each other breathing until they drift off, a silent comfort in the connection.

rainy days spent together indoors, sam curled up with a book and josh quietly sketching in the corner—neither of them needing to speak, the silence filled with unspoken understanding.

late-night gaming sessions where josh lets sam win (but never admits it), just to see the way her face lights up in victory.

josh calling sam his “wolf in sheep’s clothing” because she’s sweet on the outside but tougher than anyone realizes, and that strength is what draws him to her.

josh doodling on sam’s notebooks during class, little sketches of things that remind him of her—stars, wolves, and her favorite flowers.

autumn walks in oversized coats, sam tucked into josh’s side, their breath visible in the crisp air, but the warmth between them enough to keep the chill away.

josh never really liked rom-coms. he'd grumble and complain every time sam picked one, claiming he was more of a horror guy. but deep down, he always caved. he’d sit beside her, arms crossed at first, but slowly he’d relax, sneaking glances at her instead of the screen, watching the way her eyes lit up during her favorite scenes. and even though he pretended not to care, he secretly took mental notes of every movie she loved. later, when she wasn’t around, he’d rewatch them alone—just so he could memorize the parts that made her laugh or the moments that made her smile. it wasn’t about the movies for him; it was about knowing her better.

josh writing unsent letters to sam, pouring out all the things he’s too afraid to say out loud—how she makes him feel grounded in a way no one else can.

coffee shop hangouts, where sam orders something sweet and josh sticks to his bitter brew, always stealing a taste of hers just to make her roll her eyes at him.

camping trips where josh insists on building the fire, even though sam teases him that he’s “a city boy”—he just likes the way she laughs when she catches him struggling.

josh making playlists for sam but never sending them, just listening to the songs that remind him of her on repeat, wondering if she would feel the same if she knew.

josh and sam dancing in the living room was a rare sight. sam wasn’t much of a dancer, but when josh got a little too drunk, it was one of his favorite things to do. he’d stumble toward her, that familiar playful grin on his face, and pull her up from the couch. she’d protest at first, laughing, but she never resisted for long. josh would wrap his arms around her, moving clumsily but with surprising grace, using the slow dancing skills he’d picked up from his sister’s birthday parties. sam would rest her head against his chest, swaying gently to whatever song was playing, not caring about the missed steps or how offbeat they were. in those moments, it didn’t matter—he held her like she was the most important thing in his world, and somehow, despite her awkwardness, it always felt perfect.

josh confiding in sam about his darkest fears, trusting her with the pieces of himself he doesn’t show anyone else, her reassuring presence grounding him when he feels like he’s losing control.

sometimes, josh quietly feared that one day, sam would find someone better. he did everything he could to keep her close, always going the extra mile, because in his eyes, she belonged with him. he couldn’t imagine her with anyone else—she was his world, and he hoped, with every part of him, that he was hers too

[gottalovef1drama]

Not a single day goes by without me thinking “oh what I would give to be man, who gets to grab onto the lovely thighs of a victorious champagne-soaked Max Verstappen”

[softhenrycavill]

Henry Cavill building a PC from scratch | 2020 | iconic 𓆩♡𓆪

[livefromthedas]

This was too rad not to have a swing at. Lovely template by @dirthavhenan ♥

[venus-cow]

You have to understand the brain rot... You have to...

For @satancopilotsmytardis 's fanfiction that I will never emotionally recover from.

[aerinfrankellove]

Every day i wake up and remember Aerin Frankel threw her stick to make a save against Montreal and it worked.

[cringefailvox]

vaggie + alastor friendship please please i need it so bad

[emojackolantern]

✨them✨

[minimindi]

Kakashi & Gojo are besties

Canon (in my head) that I'll never get over? Kakashi and Gojo are best friends. They met at a hair salon when Kakashi moved into town and looked up the best salon Japan had to offer. Gojo was there getting his fabulous mane trimmed, and like called to like, and a platonic soulmate bond was instantly formed. These two now book their hair appointments for the same time and are pretty much inseparable. Especially when they're busy bonding over the children they're in charge of mentoring.

[celestial--sapphic]

thinking about her again

(mirabel garlick)

[bean-writes]

LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING

I had some pretty major medical stuff when I was a teenager and as a result I tend to be a tad nervous around hospitals, doctor's offices, etc. especially if I'm already tired or nervous or in pain. (And I was all three today when I went to the doctor for some blood work.) On top of that, I'm Deaf, so the apprehension of the communication barrier and potential miscommunications just adds to the stress.

The nurse (who had a Russian accent by the way, as my interpreter informed me) that came in to do my blood work was very sweet and made sure to face me and talk slowly so that I could lipread her more easily. And as previously mentioned, I already had some stuff going on, so when she pulled out the needle for the blood draw I started getting nervous and was trying to breathe through it, and she saw right away and asked if I was nervous to which I nodded. She directed me to look away which I did and it helped give me something else to focus on instead of the needle going into my arm.

But I was so nervous (and tired and in pain) that I cried a little bit when she pushed in the needle and drew my blood. She was very respectful and calm and just let me have my reaction of nervousness and tears without making me feel embarrassed about it or making a big deal out of it. She did her job very smoothly and quickly.

When it was over I started to get a little embarrassed that I had cried until I looked up at her and she met my eyes and then briefly put her hand on my face and said "you're beautiful".

Let me tell you my dudes that NOTHING - AND I MEAN NOTHING - HAS PULLED ME OUT OF MY FEAR AND PAIN QUITE AS QUICKLY AND COMPLETELY AS THIS RUSSIAN NURSE'S HAND ON MY FACE TELLING ME I AM BEAUTIFUL WHILE I WAS CRYING.

So yeah, I am in love and will never ever fear the doctor again cause I'll just imagine this goddess in scrubs and her hand on my face telling me I'm beautiful.

This interaction lives so completely rent free in my head that I'm actually paying it to stay.

[sempaksiete]

*scrolls* *sees solomon*

"oh my god, husband"

*scrolls* *sees solomon*

"oh my god, husband"

*scrolls* *sees solomon*

"oh my god h-