#teehee xo

[lovelaid]

*           𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳.         cassana    ﹠    aerion,   in   the   wee   hours   of   the   morning.               (         @crimsonsbled.         )

she   makes   for   a   study   in   contradictions:    all   sinew    +    feline   grace,   𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍   movements   when   she   curls,   catlike,   into   awaiting   husband’s   lap.    (    rigidity   of   spine   belies   the   fact   that    whipsmart   cogitations    haven’t   𝗰𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱   since   marital   rites   set   the   seven   kingdoms   ablaze.    )    comes   bearing   goblets   full   to   the   brim,   still   a   vision   in   finery    /    adrenaline   still   evident,   a    live   wire    that   weaves   her   together.       “       the   gods   won’t   look   fondly   on   us   for   this.       ”       us:   a   term   that   would’ve   once   been   a   cause   for   contention,   the   notion   that   she   would   ever   bear   dragon’s    flame.    it   suits   her   a   little   too   well,   truth   be   told.       “       quite   frankly,   though,   the   gods   are   the   least   of   our   problems.       ”

[do-what-you-want-with-me]

[moronkyne]

hi pookie

my favourite headcanon (yes im projecting for this one) is that both angel and honey have some sort of injury that's given them chronic pain

david gets everything for angel when he's home on bad days — if it's really bad, he takes off work and just takes care of them

guy isn't the best at helping honey with their pain but he tries !! he makes sure they have a heating pad to help (it's one of those stuffed animal heating pads) and pain meds and tea (desi guy i love you im not falling for the white boy guy propaganda so he makes CHAI for his also desi honey teehee)

i hate that there's no tags for ask bc like as an afterthought ive noticed im very biased towards desi headcanons (BECAUSE I AM DESI BUT SHH) anyway yeah xo (platonically)

im on anon to give you a fun guessing game also but it's really easy i fear

HI. HELLoz OH NY GID

[souperbloom]

Tours over!! We def need a blurb of the boys coming home. Preferably Ash I swear I’ve read everything written about Ashton :/

thank you for the request, friend! i do agree, we are in dire need of some Ash homecoming content. how about a smutty little reunion? ;0

hope you enjoy <3

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honey, i’m home! [A.I.]

🏠 i’m biased towards this photo because i was there, teehee

boyfriend!ash. a reunion, if you will. :)

after a long three months away on tour, your boyfriend Ashton finally comes home.

CONTENT WARNINGS: references to weed, suggestive language, pet names.

WORDCOUNT: 1.9k

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Today was the day.

After three months of an empty couch, an unraided fridge, and the divot on the right side of your mattress growing cold, your boyfriend Ashton was finally coming home.

Today was the fuckin’ day.

You sat on the edge of your seat, literally, barely taking up any space on the couch cushions. Your feet were bolted to the floor, practically ready to blast off into space.

Or, to jump up and greet him.

You’d check your phone every now and then, watching the hours tick by growing later and later, and occasionally seeing your lover’s name light up the screen.

There have been a few updates on his ETA, random photos from his camera roll of the two of you, and even some mindless, lovesick babbling. Rambling on about how much he missed you and ‘couldn’t wait to come home to see your sweet face.’

Each time his name popped up, you’d smile; feeling nothing short of a kid in a candy store. You couldn’t wait to see the look on his face not only after seeing you, but after seeing what you had planned.

You had decided to make Ashton’s homecoming an event, of sorts. A dreamy date night filled with all of his favorite things that you were sure he was missing.

And, of course, being that you knew him better than anyone in this world, you made sure to think of everything.

A fresh bouquet of daisies on the kitchen table, straight from his favorite farmer’s market. A joint, rolled with love, for the two of you to share and smoke out on your balcony. A fridge stocked full of his favorite snacks and foods.

And lastly, the pièce de résistance of it all.

A few days prior, you had gone out shopping on your own at the little boutiques down on Rodeo. You found yourself wandering into a quaint lingerie shop, only to walk out with the most beautiful, most expensive, two-piece set that ever graced their mannequins.

It was an emerald green two-piece, covered in floral lace and complete with its own matching silk slip. You thought it was perfect for the comfortable, homesick-curing aura you were trying to create around you and Ashton’s home.

And green is Ashton’s favorite color, after all.

After a few more moments of quiet, the mellow sounds of classic rock streaming softly out of your speaker, your phone lights up.

ASHTON ❥:

Be home in 5. Love you so much.

Can’t wait 2 see you. xo

It took everything in you not to let out a piercingly loud girlish squeal, rocking back and forth on the couch and clutching your phone like it was just going to just fly right out of your hands. But you didn’t want risk your neighbors thinking you were being attacked—

You didn’t want a repeat of the last time Ashton made you scream.

With Ashton’s messages still shining on your screen, you toss your phone to the side. You decide to stand up from your permanent spot on the couch, and do one last run around of the house to make sure everything was perfect, and in order.

The flowers were still on the kitchen table, yes. The sweets and fresh fruits were all still in the fridge, right where you had left them. Your bed was still made, thank God, and the stick of incense you had lit still had about an hour of life left in it.

Safe to say, everything you had thought of was perfect.

As you walk through the halls of your spacious, yet lived in home, you hear a familiar sound.

A click.

Then, another.

A squeak.

And one last sound that made your heart start to flutter.

"Honey, I’m home!"

Without a second to think, you’re rushing towards the front door. Your socked feet padded along the hardwood floors as you ran, cutting corners and slipping along.

"Baby? I hear you…"

The sweet sound of his voice grew louder, your heart just ready to burst and pop out of your throat into fireworks. You round the corner to the foyer—

And there he was.

"Ashton!" You gleam, finally seeing him for the first time since he had started his journey out of the country and across the world.

He sported unkempt, overgrown curls and a black trench coat, that was tugged off slightly from the heavy duffle bags that sat on his broad shoulders.

It was almost impossible for you not to swoon.

You barrel past his bags as he drops them on the floor, jumping into his arms and practically lifting yourself off of the ground.

"Hi, sweetheart," he hums into your ear with a voice like honey, as your body clings onto his, "I missed you so fuckin’ much."

He holds you tightly, his cologne hitting your nose almost instantly with the way you had your face buried in the crook of his neck.

"I missed you more, baby— fuck— I missed you." Your words are slightly muffled by the material of his coat, not long before he’s pulling away from the hug to get a better look at you.

"Look at you. Fuckin’ look at my girl. Thought I was dreaming when I saw this sweet face again," he trails off, letting his eyes linger behind your head to admire all of the little sweet nothings you had prepared for him, "Is this all for me?"

"Mhm, it is. You are definitely not dreaming," you hum, proudly.

Ashton pulls you in for one last squeeze, then places a sloppy kiss upon your lips.

"I am the luckiest guy in the world," he sighs, adjusting his arms around you, "Think I gotta get a better look at all the stuff my girl did f’me."

"Come in, stay a while." You try your hand at biting back a smile as you pull away from him, but can’t seem to contain the elated expression plastered on your face.

He shrugs off his coat, hanging it on the hook next to yours. Inhaling deeply, he smiles, "Do I smell Paolo Santo?"

"Mhmmm." Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, with your arms behind your back as you swing impatiently from side to side.

"Good choice," he nods.

"Your favorite."

With all of his bags now on the floor, and his Doc Martens still laced to his ankles, he quietly steps through the foyer to the kitchen. You watch from behind him through adoring eyes, loving every second of watching him discover each and every little detail.

"Daisies—?" He tosses you a sweet look over his shoulder, but stops in his tracks as his eyes meet yours.

He scans down your frame, finally taking in what you had been waiting for. The emerald green silk slip, in all of its glory.

"Holy shit—" he stops himself again, turning all the way around to face you.

"Well, whatdaya’ think of my outfit?" You ask, fanning out your hands and showing off the full extent of the dress and all of its means of hugging your curves.

His jaw hangs open slightly, before he crosses his arms over his chest. That expression of shock melts into a cheeky smile.

"Honestly, now I’m thinking about what it’s gonna look like on the floor."

He starts to walk towards you, his taller frame looming over you as you tilt your head to look at him with a pout.

"On the floor, Ash? This was expensive!"

When his hands find your waist, you freeze. His fingertips dance along the silky materiel that dressed your hips, pulling you into him.

"Money can buy you a new one, sweetheart. But— I’m afraid no money can buy how much I’ve been missing you."

Your lips push to the side, now feeling slightly electric at the feeling of his gentle touch.

"Didn’t know you missed me that much."

"No?" He quips, "Well then why don’t I show you? Show you just how much I’ve been missin’ ya."

Something inside of you snaps, the twinkle in his eyes making you giddy— you reach out to him, slithering your arms around his neck to pull him into you.

When his lips land on yours you sigh, like a forty pound weight being lifted off of your shoulders. You missed the sweetness of his kiss; the taste of his lips, and tongue on yours.

You were a puzzle that had found its missing piece. Whole again.

Ashton’s hands travel down your sides, greedily wandering across each and every part of you that he had been deprived of in the last three months.

The promise ring you had gifted him right before he left was now right back to its rightful owner, scorching your flesh in all of the places you had been dying for him to touch. To see. To have again.

His hands had now found their way to your ass, making you shiver.

"Jump." He mumbles messily into your lips.

You oblige, jumping up and locking your ankles around the small of his back.

As the kiss between you grows hungry, Ashton starts to move you. He walks you past the threshold of the kitchen, and over to the island.

You had already started to feel that familiar, swirling feeling you get whenever he’s around you; let alone the feelings that came with him so effortlessly picking you up and walking around the house with you in his arms.

He releases your lips, brushing his nose against yours as he he starts to walk the both of you closer to the marble countertop.

"I’ve been waitin’ so long to take care of you properly, sweetheart— But at this rate, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it t’ the bedroom."

As he speaks, he lowers you gently onto the cool marble. You let out a giggle at his eagerness. "I don’t mind, baby. You can have me anytime, any place. I’m all yours."

His hands find your waist again, sliding you forward into his hips. He knocks his forehead against your own, before granting you a quick kiss.

"You’re all mine?" He asks again, as if your words of confirmation weren’t enough for him the first time.

"Yes, Ash. I’m all yours."

His lips find their way to your jaw, starting a trail of gentle kisses down towards the nape of your neck. He stays there for a moment, tenderly nipping at the fragile flesh.

"’Don’t know who I bribed in heaven to get sent down an angel as perfect as you— ‘Don’t know how I got so lucky..."

He kisses your neck again as your hands get lost in his lush curls. You can’t help but tug down on them, just the way he likes it.

With one final kiss at your collarbone, he pops his head back up to meet you. But as he makes his way up, something on the counter catches his eye.

His eyebrow quirks, as he reaches behind you and picks up the joint you had rolled for him.

"Now, what’s all this?" He asks, waving the pre-roll in front of your face with a mischievous smirk.

"Just a little somethin’ special," you grin, your tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip, "But we can worry about that later…"

He lets out a breathy laugh, putting the joint down in it’s spot the counter and reaching back up to cup your cheeks with his blistered, earthy palms.

"You really thought of everything didn’t you— my sweet girl."

Your cheeks tinge pink, unable to control your urges as you plant another big kiss onto his soft lips.

"Welcome home, Ashton."

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[angelicpoison12]

HH Characters As Cat Breeds

note: idk wtf possessed me to write this but uh yea

Charlie

okay, Charlie is definitely a bengal cat. energetic, bouncy, happy, all of those fit her. vocal too, she never stops singing.

Vaggie

is it odd that Vaggie gives off the energy of being a mixed breed? like, i don’t know FOR SURE what kind of cat she’d be, but she’d definitely be one of those cats that you just find one day and claim for safekeeping. def black and white, so maybe a tuxedo? idk

Nifty

Siamese cat 100%. i don’t even need to explain. she’s got creepy twin energy 24/7 for crying out loud.

Alastor

okay after looking at cursed cat Alastor, that’s where i got this blog inspo muahaha. but no fr, Alastor is definitely a British Shorthair. he gives off the same vibes as the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland, sooooo i’m officially claiming Alastor to be a British Shorthair.

Angel Dust

Angel is SUCH a ragdoll kitty omg. soft, fluffy, cute in all the ways possible, but will fuck you up if he gets a chance.

Adam

oh my god this man is such a Maine Coon cat. i own one, and he’s such a little Adam jr (i named him Oatmeal <3). passive aggressive, large and in charge, and has a fluffy tummy teehee

Vox

Russian Blue for sure. cares about appearance, hotheaded, elegant when in front of others, and likes to keep up image

Velvette

she’s definitely a tabby mixed w/ a Scottish Fold. sassy, headstrong, always keeping herself in tip top condition, and is always looking out for her friends (even if she comes off as rude)

Valentino

A white Persian cat for sure. resting bitch face. do i have to say anything more?

Lucifer

he’s an orange Siberian cat. orange for silliness, and Siberian because he’s sweet and snuggly but god forbid you mess with his daughter

snowflake buddies!

@6esiree , @sluxh-xo

[storiesoflilies]

HIIIIIIII LILY MY LOVE!!!!!!

soooo. i am here to talk about 'as we fall, time is broken.' because. WOW

(preemptive apology bc i'm typing this on my computer so i just know it's gonna be long teehee)

first of all, it was an incredible read. i was literally in awe the entire time. like i would consider this a magnum opus of sorts. i would frame this if i could

[also for anyone reading this HUGEEE spoiler warnings for this piece ahead teehee]

okay a few themes i just wanted to pick apart and talk/think about:

the 'first woman' warnings - i LOVED this idea, the little inserts of the past. the idea of passing knowledge forward, knowing what happens, trying to protect someone from your own fate. but also knowing that she cannot learn from verbal warnings; she must learn from experience. the need to live dooms her

running vs protecting - we see toji run when people come to the ship, and our dear reader gets hurt, devastatingly so. even if he wasn't there, he heals her at the end. and yet, at the true end, he's not there, because he knows he would die in the process. i was just left wondering why: the obvious answer is that he's selfishly protecting his own life above someone else's, that he never loved her in a way that could change him. but yet, i was still thinking if he thought, even for a moment, that in allowing himself to continue living, that he was in fact protecting our reader. he knew she cared about him, perhaps more than herself. she would sacrifice herself for him. if he died for her, would she forgive herself? would she be happy?

pride - there are very few instances where we see toji be proud of our reader. at first, i fell head over heals with the line "was it disgust or pride that was making his lips curl?" and then, when he allows her to drink his blood to heal her, there's this question of if the look in his eyes is pride. and finally, at the end. when he's watching and choosing not to intervene, and there's the question of "would toji be proud of her in this moment, as he had been when she defended him all those years ago?...he had to be." because, again, she was saving him. it makes me wonder what truly makes toji proud - is it her sacrifice? but then, why would he be proud when he saves her? was he, too, not sacrificing something in giving a piece of himself to heal her? idk idk idk and just the dichotomy of pride and disgust and AAAHHH idk what to do with this will have to think

this is less of a theme and more just i love him asking for forgiveness in japanese (with the caveat that my japanese is HORRIBLY rusty but that was the sense i got), but in the sense that it's a plea, truly an ask, more than just an "i'm sorry." idk it just felt like, for a moment, he was truly asking something of her (as if she would not do it; as if she would not do anything for him)

aaaAAAHHH once again apologies this got so long and it's mostly just nonsense HAHAHAHAHA but i absolutely adored reading this and thinking about it and thank you for writing it and i love you!!!!!!!!!

WAHHHH QUINN MY DARLING I WAS SOSOSOSOSOS HAPPY TO SEE A LONG REVIEW ON THE FIC IN MY INBOX YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!!!!

NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR A LONG REVIEW I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!

and omg my magnum opus????? YOU ARE SO FUCKING NICE TO ME ILYSM MWAH MWAH MWAN <33333

discussion under the cut xo

to be honest, i absolutely adore reading what you think and have interpreted in this fic. as i’ve mentioned in previous asks, there are no right or wrong answers here. especially for part one and part three of your review. the ‘first woman’ is very much up to interpretation for who you think it is! it could be the reader, or someone else :3

part 2 is sooooooo delicious!! the way you think toji did not help her in the end to preserve himself because he thought she could never be happy in a world without him????!!!! SO DELISHHHHH MHMMMM I LIKE THIS ALOT!!!!

for part 4, as i said to a nonie in a previous ask, is that it might be toji who asked for forgiveness, and it might not be either hehehehe ;))))

much love,

Lily xo

[heesulovebot]

8 shows to get to know me

my bae sufa @heart-ming didn’t tag me but let’s just say they did teehee. i literally mostly watched kdramas before i started bls so this list will admittedly be kdrama centric 🫣 in chronological order (i think):

that 70s show: has this show aged well? no. but there are still so many iconic moments that it holds a special place in my heart. twelve year old me would race home after school to watch re-runs. twelve year old me also thought peak romance was eric and donna dancing to abba’s fernando in the drive way in front of the vista cruiser 😭😭 

reply 1988: i never thought reply ‘97 could be topped (esp after the disappointment of ‘94) but reply ‘88 knocked it out of the ball park completely. i loved every single character sm, it rlly felt like home :’) and rip to those who had sls but i’m different 💅🏼 (jk i usually have a chronic case of sls dsjkfnksjd but everything in this drama made sense, esp deok seon and taek). who else was there for soompi forum user @ packmule using colour-theory, dialogue, and frame analysis to guess who the husband was before the show finished airing???? packmule on soompi forums u will always be famous xoxo

my mister: the grip this show had on me should be studied like. i made my first fandom sideblog for this show?????? i wrote my first fanfic for this show??????? dskjfnkdjnsk the scene in which park dong hoon sits in his living room after everything is finished and then bursts out in tears and then the background music cuts off and we just hear him sOBBING in silence...... i will never recover, i fear

2gether: speaking of shows that had a grip on me ksdjfnkdsjnf i gotta be real and add this to the list since y’all who have been following me since this era bore witness to my absolute obsession. i def can objectively say that 2gether is not a good show but tine and watine remain a special place in my heart forever ♡

ofcc & cherry magic: LOL I’M CHEATING AND PUTTING THESE TWO TOGETHER but they’re both about gay salarymen so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk there’s just an underlying sadness to both these fluffy jbls that i fuck with heavy      

i told sunset about you: no matter how much beef i have with p’meen, p’boss has done nothing wrong in his life ever and itsay tehohaew remain my babies. y’all alrdy know itsay had me in tears weekly (i still remember watching ep 4 during class time ((covid college core)) and then my prof started saying something after i finished the ep and i BURST into tears and haven’t recovered since tbh)   

to my star 1&2: god daseul invented cinema and romance, actually. this show (s2 particularly) had me on twitter spaces talking about jiwoo and seojun’s depth and complexity for 8+ hours 💀 i literally could write an entire thesis on it—have probably, if u combine my tumblr tags and tweets 😭😭😭 tms surpassed my 2gether rewatches (which @phukaoapologist & @pranpat can attest that is A LOT), and will always remain that bitch

the glory: every girliepop has a lil’ bit of blood lust in them. sometimes u need a cute lil’ revenge drama on ur list and a man that would tell you that he’d kill for you xo

tagging!: @nonkul @itoldsunset @phukaoapologist @pranpat @earthpirapat @dirhwangdaseul @ohmybitna @jaehwany @junghaesin @fordallan @deshimango @kinnkittisawasd @freensrcha @jiustian i’ll only tag a few since i bet a lot of ppl have alrdy done this but if u want to and i didn’t tag you consider urself tagged ♡

[zorosdimples]

teehee xo

GET THIS VILE PROPAGANDA OFF OF MY BLOG !!!!!

[cottoncandytomu]

hii!!! <333 new follower here <3 i just listened to the ellie as ghostface audios and holy fuckk the way i just let out a moan and drooled like actually had a drool just … ew okay that was tmi but holy shit i’m so excited to read more of ur work! sending u well wishes <333 xo brishti

STOP NO BC IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT SJDGHAF LDJHFGASHJDFG

Ai Audios are tricky to get right so thank you for enjoying it sdjhfgasdjhfg AND THANK YOU FOR READING MY SHIT SJFGDJSH <33 Thank you for the follow teehee~ I hope your ready for future adventures jkfhsdfkljhg

[showmink]

playing ZTD for the first time and 1) still hate these games, hated 999 and VLR, gotta play ZTD to complete the trilogy and 2) the first 'teehee now decide who dies xo' decision immediately made me want to see the ham cast in this scenario

[pancakehouse]

hello my love!! hope you are well!!🥞 teehee xo

hello ridi darling i AM well how are you!!!!!

for you: cantoras by carolina de robertis & sula by toni morrison <33

(send me a 🥞 and i’ll rec you a book!)

[steelycunt]

martha my dear just reminds me of you in general but also arrow through me for the tumblr vibes xx

martha my dear the only beatles song i will never be embarrassed to be associated with xo and ARROW THROUGH ME that song is so cool i think you're giving me too much credit teehee xo MWAH love you xox

[colgatebluemintygel]

LOVED CHAPTER 8 SO MUCH

when remus pushed sirius against the door on the train I WAS GOING FERAL. too bad they were interrupted.

CAN'T WAIT FOR BERLIN like the tension will be unmatched

THANK YOU SO MUCH BABE <333 kissing your FACE!

you and sirius both! teehee. that guy was losing his mind.... and little does he know what's in store for him :-oooo

yes........ too bad.......... it will definitely never happen again.... O:-)))

WOOHOO BERLIN BABY <3 see you there! mwah xo

[esse-lunam]

hello love 🤍

just popping in to ask how you are :) have you drank enough water today? gone outside and gotten fresh air (if possible)? eaten something yummy?

if you have, that’s awesome lovie 🤍

if not, that’s alright! the day is younger than it ever will be, you’ve got time :)

you don’t know me, perhaps, but that’s alright. i’m just a stranger who finds you cool, tbh.

xo- C.

aw hello!!

im alright, just got back from a walk actually! ate the hell outta some food n drank the hell outta some water (cant find my water bottle tho grr)

you seem absolutely lovely, and im glad u find me cool too teehee, luv u <3

[sch-nn]

Why would you say that why would you do that to us

teehee if u message me i will spill maybe but never in public xo