#romcom vibe

[inspirationfandream]

Crackship Gif: Emily Rudd x Drew Starkey

[mardyart]

can you believe they invented the quote “to be loved is to be changed”

[lazylittledragon]

Kit as the demon baby was incredible ovs but I can't stop looking at Gale and Cyra! They're both so well dressed and warm and kind looking, it's giving "wealthy relatives", I love

they're so quirky aunt and uncle coded

[flovoid]

just two strangers who gets mistake of being together since they share the same apartment by 'accident'

[vaccariia]

she's here!!! my baby girl....

[butyouaremymess]

Uh oh, I'm falling in love Oh no, I'm falling in love again Oh, I'm falling in love

[youkaiyume]

I do find it kind of strange as like a shipper of a ship that is not likely to happen nor popular in fanon, to know that Moana 2 underwhelmed me in every way except for the Moana/Maui shipping content itself-- which kept handing it to me in spades, kinda messes me up. This was one aspect of the movie that I truly did not expect at all I'm still kind of reeling from it. I literally can't hate the film just for the ship content it gave me alone.

[myfairstarlight]

Post s3 scenario wherein not only does Colin still have to fight Eloise for Penelope's time, he now also has to deal with the Queen and Lady Danbury who constantly have his wife come to the palace just so they can get fresh gossip in person before the next column is published.

[aenslem]

FOR ALL MANKIND (2019– ) 1.04 "Prime Crew"

[purposechef]

the four elements of good cooking

[allgreekbitch]

@jegulus-microfic june 7, welcome, wc: 460

To put it simply, Regulus was absolutely exhausted. If a packed 5-hour-long flight wasn’t enough of a headache-causing experience, the added 2-hour-long wait at the airport for baggage claim was more than enough.

And all that, after an endless meeting at work.

So, no better way to end this awful day, than to cover himself with those comfortable blankets he has at home and cuddle with James.

He’s missed James more than anything. And it was terrible that he couldn’t pick him up from the airport, but he didn’t mind that much because he’d still see him after a short taxi ride. During which he was almost sleeping.

And now, after being away for two whole months, he’s back, and as soon as he turns the key and gets in the house he’s missed so unbelievably much, he calls for James, hoping that he’d be back from work to welcome him. And, thankfully, he is.

“Regulus!” James runs down the stairs, almost tripping over and falling, and heads straight for Regulus who’s standing by the front door. And once James’ arms are around him again, he feels the happiest.

“Hi, darling,” he says, all rosy cheeks and bright smiles. “I missed you.”

“Ugh, I missed you. So much.” James pulls back a bit just to connect their lips. And Regulus thinks just how much he’s missed kissing those lips. “Don’t ever leave for so long again, I won’t bear it.”

“I’ll do my best. No promises, though. Work’s like that.”

“Work’s awful. I’m way better, choose me.”

Regulus rolls his eyes. “Okay, next time they tell me to go somewhere for work, I’ll tell them I can’t because my husband is too dependent on me.”

James nods quickly. “That’s exactly what you should tell them,” he jokes, and Regulus huffs a laugh. He wraps his arms around Regulus, pulling him back close to him, and starts caressing his back.

Regulus hums pleasantly, finding the comfort he was thinking about just earlier. “I am so, so tired and, I’m not gonna lie, I was worried you’d throw, like, a welcome back party. I’m so glad you didn’t.”

He doesn’t miss the way James’ hands freeze on his back.

“So… you don’t want a welcome back party…?” James asks, his voice ridiculously pitched up.

Regulus blinks once and twice, pulls back and blankly looks at James. “There’s a party, right?”

James chuckles awkwardly, rubs the back of his neck. “No, no, of course not...” He looks around. “Just don’t go in the living room, and give me ten to fifteen minutes to uh… take care of some things. Then I’ll be right with you.”

Regulus shakes his head lightly and his lips form a fond smile. “Of course there is a party.”

[flightlessribbons]

*bibles your Theresa*

Idk what's going on in this version, but I hope y'all can understand the vibes I've putting out 🙂‍↕️ also chipped tooth bible randy supremacy 👍

[demonicseries]

if I made a cheesy romcom trailer for Deadpool & Wolverine, what song should I use for the edit

[wikitpowers]

honestly if we don't get at least one kitty rain kiss then what's the bloody point??????

[what-have-i-unleashed]

afterdeath as a romcom would be so peak. imagine after the cpau happening, geno wakes up with a throbbing headache and his phone has a message like "last night was great, babe <3" from an unknown contact. like, geno totally freaks out and asks his sans and papyrus what happened at the party. papyrus was sober but he doesn't know anything. sans was so drunk on that eggnog because of the whole scifell thing and he doesn't want to know what happened with geno for his own sanity.

meanwhile reaper is giggling and chatting with life about his "new boo" (they actually didn't do anything last night reaper just likes to fuck with geno lmao). life is glad that reaper has some fun time off work and asks if reaper wants to include geno in their relationship. reaper is like "... wait, do i actually like that mortal?... nah, no way. i mean he's kinda cute but- wait what did i just think".

and then the new year party is held with another batch of invites sent.

[linksthoughtbrambles]

HUMMMMMM

What about Links to Zelda’s point of view of pre relationship after calamity BOTW, where everybody and their brother (AND SISTER) is in love with Zelda and hits on her, she’s oblivious of course because, yknow super in love with Link.

Every place they travel to post calamity, poor links cheeks STAY clenched.

Thanks for the prompt, @raziasark! I have been very slow, so I decided to post this one in installments. This first one is about 1100 words. I hope you enjoy the beginning and I'll try to be less slow 😂

Thanks @newtsnaturethings for bouncing ideas back and forth with me!

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The Princess Vibe

At first, Link didn’t notice. He had a lot to deal with, and he was disoriented. Who could blame him? He’d just shot a giant purple boar on magenta-fire with magical golden arrows which somehow emerged from his soul while riding Geranium (who had somehow materialized in Hyrule field despite Link knowing for a fact when he last left him, he was happily munching hay at Riverside Stable).

Zelda’s arms around him were even more disorienting.

“Thank you, Link. Thank you,” she said, over and over like someone still half-dreaming, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

He held her firm, but so, so careful—she deserved every ounce of support he had in him, but she was his Princess, half-remembered and half an ethereal vision from his life before. Was it real? Was she real? Did he love her? He thought he did, but nowhere in all those glimpses of his past life had he said or done anything about it.

He could be imagining things, especially if they were in the past.

His head could be coping with all that secondhand drama.

Past-him might’ve just been doing his duty.

Past-her might’ve expected him to do his duty, too, and that was it.

Now-her might be glad he finally finished his duty, but that’s all.

Zelda shook like a dry, crackling leaf against him.

Link stroked her hair without thinking. He winced, waiting for an objection, but she just kept thanking him. He swallowed the taste of malice-fire, acrid and sulfurous in his dry throat.

She was free for the first time in a hundred years. She deserved that freedom. He wouldn’t foist his own feelings on her.

Later, he found himself wishing everyone else would see it that way.

--

They arrived, filthy and exhausted, at Riverside Stable.

“Huh?!” Ember said, his mouth agape as they approached on the unmistakable giant horse. “When’d you take him out?”

“Snuck him out like a thief in the night, eh?!” Gotter said, squinting at Link. “Why didn’t you ask us like normal?”

Zelda’d been half-dozing against him in the saddle, but her head rose at that. “Indeed not. I teleported him.”

“You-“

“What?!”

“I apologize for any inconvenience,” she said.

They stared at her.

As Link dealt with Ember and the logistics of re-boarding the horse, Gotter seemed unable to stop staring at Zelda, who’d sunk onto a stool to rest.

“Eh- do you- teleport often?” the portly stablehand asked in a strange tone of voice.

“Only recently,” Zelda replied.

“O- oh. I see, so- eh-“ Gotter wrung his hands and took a step closer to her. “What kind of things have you- tried?”

“Only Link and that horse.”

“Oh! You can teleport people?!”

“Not anymore,” she said.

“Eh? Why not?”

“I suppose it must be due to my renewed corporeality.”

Gotter scratched his head with a befuddled squint.

Link finished exchanging rupees just in time to see Zelda listing sideways. He rushed over, thinking to scoop her up, but she hugged his leg instead.

“Thank you,” she said.

He blinked. “You’re welcome.” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked up to see a sort of intense vacancy on Gotter’s face, totally fixed on Zelda.

Link hadn’t planned on staying there overnight anyway, but it gave him the creeps. He whipped out the Sheikah Slate. “Ready?” He asked.

Her face turned up, her eyes glazed and smeared face pale. “For what?”

“Let’s get you somewhere to rest.”

“Oh! Oh, there are beds here!” Gotter said.

Zelda started pulling herself up with Link’s thigh as anchorage. He helped her. Gotter reached out a hand, then pulled it back with an odd little…

Giggle?

“Oh- you have it, haha,” Gotter said.

Link had enough of the weirdness. “Ready?” he asked again as her arms wrapped around his neck. At her nod, he reached around her shoulders and tapped the icon for the Myahm Agana Shrine.

He adored her little gasp by his ear as the blue energy shivered through them. It was lucky, really—he could pass his own shiver off as that, instead.

--

They spent days just recuperating.

Zelda slumped onto a seat at his table as soon as they walked in, but he didn’t let her stay there. He carried her to his bed, deposited her there, and took her sandals off for her—she was already asleep.

He wrapped the comforter around her, grabbed a bedroll, and laid it out on the floor beside her. (This, it turned out, was unwise, since she stepped directly on his bladder about two hours later when she awakened to empty her own).

That incident aside, they each slept the rest of the night and morning away. Link awakened to the gentle pat of Zelda’s fingers on his cheek, and he turned to find her hanging partway off the bed to reach him.

“Where do you get your drinking water?” she asked.

Link was up like a shot and trotting to the well around back for her. He drew three hot baths that day, too—two for Zelda and one for him.

Time passed in a complete haze while they got used to being rested, clean, fed, and safe again. Link kept startling with this sudden feeling he’d forgotten to do something important—a false sense of urgency, leftover signals rattling around his nervous system (except on that first day, after Zelda’s first bath, when he realized with horror the only women’s clothing he had was his vai outfit, and he would feel like a monumental ass if he offered her that, so he offered his typical day clothes instead and that was worse—the way she looked coming out of the bathhouse with his undershirt and—shorts?!).

“Oh, uh,” he'd said with a nervous tremor in his voice. “Yeah, so those are undershorts, the pants are-“

“Too tight, I’m afraid,” she’d said with a furious blush (Link felt awful for embarrassing her), “around my- ah- posterior.”

Link had started to sweat as he feverishly searched his brain for the meaning of the word “posterior," which he knew he knew when his internal monologue wasn't screaming.

“Perhaps,” she’d said, “you could spare those Sheikah tights instead? They ought to stretch.”

“Oh! Sure,” he’d said, extremely happy for the excuse to escape any potential revelation of his temporarily-depleted vocabulary.

He later had a small moment of enlightened panic when he realized how she must’ve known about his tights (“every step” of his journey? Every single one?!).

There were quite a few other small panic attacks involved in not looking at all, not one little bit, at how those tights fit her. Eyes up, straight out at all times, absolutely no looking anywhere below neck-level at Zelda. None.

But apart from those things, his jumpiness was nothing but leftovers.

At first.

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[To be continued! Not sure how long this will be, but clearly a multi-installment fic!]