#sksksk 😭

[rubylioness]

MKTO: like Hathaway, 😊 write a song for you like this 🕺 🎉

Donny Hathaway on “Song For You” meanwhile: 🗿😐😞💗💔🧍🏽‍♂️

[lieselsart]

My second illustration for ‘Meet Me on the Other Side’ by the wonderful @sparklepocalypse ❤️🤠 Don’t walk, RUN to read it and please leave a comment🫶🏻

[toshio]

Hysterical you think your face or your body are any good. You may know your angles in pics. But in real life you’re super unfortunate looking! lol

LMFAO?!? okay bud, you’re on anon. let’s start with that. come off anon and let’s compare mugs. i’ll wait

[professional-benaddict]

“Daddy?”

“Peter! What are you doing up?”

Peter peeked his head out from the hallway and crept forward, his blankie clutched in one hand and Manny the stuffed whale trailing after him, clenched in the other fist.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Peter mumbled, and he walked the rest of the way into the living room and clambered into the couch next to Tony, snuggling up next to him. “Wha’ you workin’ on, Daddy?”

Tony’s tired eyes fell to the open spreadsheets on his tablet. He sighed as he folded up the case and set it aside, pulling Peter comfortingly into his side.

“Nothing, just work stuff, baby.”

Peter curled into him and stuck his thumb in his mouth, lulled by warm yellow lamplight and his daddy’s warmth.

“I help?” Peter asked, but he yawned right after saying it. Tony chuckled and planted a kiss on top of soft curls.

“No baby, I don’t think this is something you can help me with. Thank you though.”

Peter hummed and settled Manny in his lap. He suckled quietly on his thumb for a few minutes, with Tony gently stroking his hair back from his forehead. Peter’s eyes grew heavy but he didn’t close them.

“Why couldn’t you sleep, Pete? Bad dreams?”

Peter shook his head. His brain felt soft and fuzzy like this. Tony kept up his tender touches, and he rubbed his own tired eyes behind his reading glasses. Tony counted Peter’s breaths while they sat on the couch together, Peter’s weight growing heavier and heavier against him.

“Thinking too much?” Tony asked.

This time Peter nodded a little.

“What kind of things are you thinking about, baby?”

Peter shrugged and stifled a yawn behind Manny. His eyes drooped heavily but he continued to fend off sleep’s approach, unwilling to relinquish these soft, warm minutes with his daddy.

“Jus’ stuff.”

“Yeah? Stuff?” Tony asked, he huffed a small laugh, the rumble felt firm and solid against Peter. “Me too, baby. Me too. Just lots of… lots of stuff on my mind.”

Peter burrowed his face into Tony’s side and finally let his eyes slip shut.

“Too much stuff,” Peter mumbled against him.

Tony laughed again.

“What are we supposed to do with all of it?” He asked.

Peter mumbled something unintelligible against him, and Tony turned his ear closer to the boy.

“What was that?”

“We could share it,” Peter said, pulling his thumb from his mouth.

“Share what?”

“All the stuff.” Peter said and Tony cooed softly, “Sharing is caring.”

Another laugh.

“Yeah, bud. Sharing is caring... you wanna share first, or you want me to share first?”

“Mmm, I wan’ ‘ot choc’late.”

Tony smiled and made to stand up, but Peter whined and clung to him tightly.

“Nooo, stay here, Daddy.”

“If you want hot chocolate, you need to let me stand up so I can make it, bud.”

Peter’s brow furrowed as he worked this out. Finally he climbed into Tony’s lap, wrapped his legs around his daddy’s waist and his arms around his neck and announced, “Okay. You can get up now.”

Tony chuckled and stood ups with a huff, hoisting Peter’s weight in his arms as he carried him into the kitchen.

With Manny and blankie sandwiched between them, Peter uncoiled one hand from around Tony’s neck and returned to sucking his thumb.

“How many marshmallows, Pete?”

“Umm… sixty.”

“Sixty!”

“Sixteen!”

“…. Okay, but… still.”

Peter giggled against him.

Tony plopped the marshmallows one by one into the hot chocolate, imagining with each drop some of the stuff on his mind disappearing from his brain and blending nto the hot beverage.

“Make one for Manny too,” Peter said, leaning his head on Tony’s shoulder and closing his eyes.

Tony snorted but obeyed.

By the time he got back to the couch, Peter had fallen asleep.

B-B-BABE SKSKSK YOU-💗💗💗💗💗💗 i cannot express how perfect and beautiful this is and how much i needed this right now with the mental state i am in🥹🥹🥹💗💗💗

[agardenofbasil]

I don't know how she did it, but. I am feeling quite spoiled. 🍃

[fitzrove]

dont cite me because i cant provide evidence but my friend who saw elisabeth told me lukas almost licked dennis during schatten last week 😭

[booigi-boi]

My imposter syndrome goes away when Joey shouts out my Instagram during pledge upping shout outs 🥺 I've been Tinlightened, I've been cured 😭

If you pledge then do it during livestreams! 🙏🙏

[mazojo]

They are crazy for that

[somewhereincairparavel]

[cruyffista]

mourinho saying this after figo left for real madrid lmaoooo

[lutavero]

For Maddie @reyesstrand, I was your Tarlos Secret Santa this year! 🎄🎄🎅🎅 I was so elated when I got your name in the assignment email, it was so much fun to create for you! I debated on what kind of set to make for you exactly, but then this au just wouldn't leave me alone, for months by now!! And now, at last, I had an excuse to write it down. :'D

I found life (I found you)

Their first meeting is the furthest thing from the romantic ideals most people have in this city.

See, if your city is teeming with superheroes, you for sure wouldn’t be able to help yourself and imagine more and more cliché and romantic encounters. Getting rescued from a supervillain, flying through the air while held oh so close after said rescue mission, getting flirted with by the kind and selfless masked vigilante, maybe even getting a hand kiss in front of the reporters… you possibly imagined it all before even if you’d be ashamed to admit it to anyone.

No, the way TK meets Striker is the complete opposite of these dream scenarios.

♦♦

A Tarlos vigilante!AU,

[Read the rest on AO3.]

[tojisteddy]

I’m watching The Next 365 Days (because I need ake), why she in dreamland imagining getting eaten out, having the time of her life and then wake up and it’s her husband doing the eaten and her pussy get dried up KSJDJDJDNDNEJ

[professional-benaddict]

Daddy!Tony works from home so Little!Peter gets very used to being home with him during the day. One day daddy!Stephen has a day off from work so he's home too and Peter gets so excited to have both daddies home he just runs from one room to the next screaming incoherently

“Is he like this all the time with you? How do you get any work done?” Stephen huffs.

“I swear, he’s not like this at all. Can’t you take him to the park or something?” Tony suggests.

“It’s my one day off! I stand for hours on end in surgery.”

“All right, all right. The movies then?”

Before Stephen can answer, Peter shoots into the room like a rocket, screaming.

“I WANT CANDY!”

[kyuponstories]

If someone helps me write the script, I swear I'll buy this set and make a stop-motion skit.

Please, I'm begging. 😭

[booigi-boi]

JOEY RICHTER REALLY DOES PLAY VILLAINS REALLY WELL. I'm particularly fond of Wilbur Cross he played that SO GOOD ARGGHHHHHH Joey is just in a league of his fucking own acting-wise he plays so many different subtypes of characters SO WELL. That man is a god amongst humanity. I am so glad I've given you the mcdoon virus ocne more

Truly one of the best modern actors, he brings his all into whatever he happens to be in, love him for that 💞

And he's one of the nicest people I know too 🥺 Joey appreciation 🤲💓

[lyknest]

i love being gen z in corporate (behated) because someone will say "when i had my first job, way back in '99" and I'd reply with "oh i was born in '99" and then everyone will go silent and have an existential crisis LMAO