#these two dorks are so silly I love em

[luchiaketchum-art]

slowly realizing the anger might just be jealousy....

[todayisafridaynight]

Tsuma is an INSANE one to start on but also a fantastic one... I think my first was SP so it's so funny we've "traded" those specific shows lmao BUT YEAH. YEAH. I BELIEVE YOU. I'M GONNA BE NORMAL ABOUT KEISUKE BUT NOT ANYTIME SOON. Tsutsumi's Princess Peach lips every time Maida squishes his face 😭😭😭😭😭

The moment outside the school basically condenses everything about the show for me it's so perfect and cute but I'm INTERNALLY SCREAMING AT ALL OF THIS BEING SAID OUT LOUD... PLEASE... YOU'RE GOING TO END UP ANOTHER IMPRISONED TSUTSUMI... He really is SUCH a malewife though that's what destroyed me frame one... especially because he's really similar to how Tsutsumi talks about himself so like perfect casting I hope he had fun with the role... Definitely continuing when I can are you kiddinggggg

Well Hopefully You Still Think AtR's Cute And/Or Sweet Wherever You're At Now So The Rest Of This Isn't Embarrassing LGSKFJLGJ BUT YEAH... YEAH... I'm aro myself so all that's Complicated right, and definitely something I tried to consider when Sorta-Not-Really-Recommending, but it's good to hear it can be entertaining even without being able to relate :']

THAT COULD'VE GONE /WAY/ SOUTH AT THE PANEL but I'm glad everyone made it out unharmed😭😭😭BUT YEAH... at the end of the Ohashi arc when Ogata threw all his stuff off the desk and the gang just wordlessly put it back for him 'cause that's all they can do... ough. Momence. That's why it was so sick watching everything fall into place [temporarily]. Also appreciate the Jo-ism in doing all the dirty work for a politician in the family and wanting to be stopped without saying it upfront and uhhhhh being fine with dying and/or going to prison LMAO

OH BUT NO PROB it is always tradition for me to send the translated letter once I've indoctrinated someone new :] funny thing is every single version I've sent is different because I've been editing it to this day

AGAIN i chose tsuma cause the title was Utterly Insane and i just had to see for myself what the fuck was going on and im so glad i did... funny that we did trade first-watches (and fun that i get 'my own version' of ogata's letter lmao) :)

BUT YEAHYEAH keisuke's adorable.. like genuinely i think he's tsutsumi's cutest role ive seen so far its hard for me to imagine one topping it in regards to how endearing he is (❁´◡`❁) keisuke being so enamored by his wife but being So Blind To How Things Look is genuinely super funny. like poor guy really is just super happy to have his wife back in a way but not yk (╯▽╰;;; )

Horribly i think of okita from that Taboo movie when it comes to consuming media: even if i dont personally have that experience or understand 100%, i can still appreciate a good story and characters (im paraphrasing SO hard and with less homophobia </3), so if you got anythin good throw it my way anytime ♪(´▽｀) !! i'm about to start episode eight in a bit but NO WORRIES i still very much am a fan of the show !! and im sad/excited to see im almost done with it ( sad its almost over, but also SUPER interested to see how everything comes together in the end (☆▽☆) )

[steviewashere]

How Do Horses Wear Jeans?

Rating: General CW: None Tags: Post-Canon, Humor & Hijinks, Shenanigans, Established Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Domestic Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson Have a Brotherly Friendship, Dork Steve Harrington, Smug Steve Harrington, This is Silly and Probably Stupid and Very Goofy, Steve Winning Bets, Eddie Siding With Steve (Even Unknowingly), They're in Love, Dialogue Heavy, Short & Sweet Steve and Dustin have bets and arguments constantly over hypothetical scenarios. And Steve has a secret weapon to defend himself which is Eddie's opinion on these scenarios.

🐴—————🐴 It’s five in the morning. He doesn’t want to be awake, but is awake despite. To spite, eventually. But he’s here. In his little kitchenette. Spooning dry Honeycomb past his lips because they ran out of milk, listening to the Felix the Cat clock tick away, and trying to make sense of whatever thing Steve’s got this morning.

Here’s the thing, Eddie isn’t a morning person. Not in the slightest. He’ll wake up when he eventually feels like it—and sometimes he’ll go back to sleep for a few hours more. Though, since he’s somehow started dating Steve Harrington, he’s up and at ‘em when Steve feels like it. At first, it was a total accident. Steve had hefted himself out of bed a little too hard, jostled Eddie awake, and then he just stayed awake.

(Wayne questions what black magic Steve brewed because in all the years he’s known his own son, Eddie has never—not even once—been awake at the same time as another person. Not willingly, at least.)

It just became a force of habit.

Steve’s up? Eddie’s up. Steve’s down? Eddie’s down. Steve’s hauling ass? Eddie’s hauling Steve’s ass—okay, so maybe that one’s different, but it still counts.

What he didn’t expect, though, was for Steve’s mind to be so active in the morning. Sure, he fantasizes about Steve slipping into some running sneakers and going about the neighborhood, boobying about or���whatever he does; running, probably, but Eddie’s horn-dog mind doesn’t make it past sweat and hair without half-passing out from a hard-on. Steve doesn’t go jogging in the mornings, that’s the weird thing. No, this puzzle of a man wakes up at five to down a plate of plain scrambled eggs—of all things—and guzzle a glass of orange juice. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand, after that satisfying glass of OJ, belches like he’s the only person on the face of the planet, and then says some oddball thought out loud for Eddie to parse.

Yesterday, it had been the question on whether or not jellyfish poop. “Yes,” he had told Steve, “they just shit out of their mouth. They only have one opening, y’know.” And Steve had stared at him. Cackled. Then proceeded to ask him what other creatures shit out of their mouth. Eddie didn’t have an answer. Steve came to the conclusion that Mike Wheeler does—and that…well, Eddie can agree with that most of the time.

This morning, Steve spoons heaping piles of eggs into his mouth. Chews with his mouth open as he’s talking—the heathen. Gets his usual glass of orange juice. (Keep in mind this is all while Eddie’s groggy, his bangs are slick to his forehead from hot flashes in the night, spooning sharp and dry cereal down his throat, trying to keep up.) Then, a belch and a half later—Jesus H. Christ—Steve voices, “If a horse wore pants, do you think they’d wear them on their back two legs or on all legs?” His words sleep riddled and husky, still syrupy from dreamland.

Eddie blinked. Blinked some more.

“What?” He finally got out, throat brittle from his cereal.

“Horses,” Steve says, “they’re wearing pants. How many legs are covered in jeans? The back two or all of them? Because I feel like it makes more sense for just the back two, but also”—he tsks—“they aren’t people. So…would a horse have its own way of wearing jeans separate from us? Or would they just go with it?”

“I…I don’t know? Why are they wearing jeans?”

Steve shrugged. “They just are.”

He set his bowl on the counter behind him, clinking it against a couple other dishes he has yet to put away from the dinner last night. Last night, when Steve brought up the idea that dogs would have their own accents based on the regions they grew up in. And he just sighs.

“So…horses are wearing jeans,” he thinks aloud, words slow, “and you need to know the orientation in which they’d wear them?”

“Yeah!” Steve exclaims, snapping the thumb and index finger on his right hand, “they’re wearing jeans! But how?”

“I mean, having jeans on all four legs would look weird,” Eddie gives as his two cents, “we don’t wear jeans on our arms.”

Steve hums, but it’s more of a, “See, but here’s the thing…” hum. “Jean jackets, though. We wear jean jackets. Jeans on our legs. Jean shirts. People have all kinds of ways of wearing jeans, so what about horses?”

“What about horses? Wouldn’t they just have their own trends, too? Like some would wear jeans on the back two legs and others do all the legs? I bet they’d wear jean saddles, too if they could figure out how to get them on by themselves!”

And…shit. This is exactly what Steve does to him every morning.

Voice some thought. The thought is random, doesn’t make much sense, could be waved off with a simple hand. But then Steve gets him all heated. To the point where he argues some weird defense.

Then, Steve looks at him after it all.

Some smug, satisfied grin on his face. The heathen!

“So would horses be like us, then? Just wear jeans however they felt like it?” Steve asks. Still smug. So smugly.

Eddie groans. “Is this some weird argument you’ve got going on with Dustin or something? Am I just backing your point—again?”

“Oh…I don’t know,” Steve drawls. “Maybe. But also…since you’re on my side”—he can’t help but groan at Steve again—“then that means Dustin loses the bet we had. Dude gets to sort out the tapes the next time he tags along for one of my shifts.”

He levels Steve with a look. One eyebrow raised. Eyes wide. “What’d he do?”

“Spilled Dr. Pepper on the floor of my car,” he answers simply, “he didn’t have the money to help pay for it to be cleaned and detailed. So. Next best thing? Punishment at Family Video. And also I get to rub it in his face that my point is correcter.”

“More correct.”

“Whatever,” Steve mumbles, a flippant hand in front of him. “You knew what I meant. I just get to be more correct for once and that’s gonna be freaking awesome sauce, dude.”

Eddie snorts. Mutters, “Awesome sauce.” Then, he picks up his bowl of cereal again, another dry spoonful on his tongue. Asks, “What if he gets the others to rally with him? How’re you gonna prove your point then?”

Steve goes completely quiet and still.

It’d be worrisome if he wasn’t screwing his face up every few seconds, working through other thoughts he’s got. What rambunctious things go on in his brain, Eddie doesn’t know—probably won’t ever know, but at least he knows Steve’s working on…something.

And at the last few crumbs being poured into his mouth, Steve has the audacity to follow through with, voice serious and low, “Monkeys are taking over the planet. You have to save one of two things. Your acoustic or the Garfield mug, which one are you picking?”

He shakes his head and sighs, turning towards the sink with his cereal bowl. But, after a few seconds of thought, he answers, “Probably the acoustic. A mug wouldn’t do me any good against monkeys, right?”

Behind him, Steve lets out a large victory whoop. The commotion of him moving through the trailer, into the kitchenette, sidling up right next to Eddie. He smacks a wet, noisy kiss to Eddie’s cheek. Whispers, “I knew it!” And then starts back towards the bedroom—Eddie can only assume to put on some more decent clothes than his pajamas.

Which is confirmed mere minutes later when Steve presents himself again, keys in hand, pumping his fist and pointing directly at Eddie in the living room. “That little shrimp has to clean the men’s restroom, too! Ha-ha!” he shouts.

Playfully, he rolls his eyes and smirks. “Go to work, you dork. Don’t wanna miss Dustin’s betrayed little face.”

Steve grins, teeth and all. “Oh, I know. It’s gonna be fucking great. That’s what he gets for spilling his sticky ass soda in my car.” He strides to the trailer’s door, begins to step out, but once he’s half-way through, he turns back to Eddie with, “I love you, Eds. I’ll keep my mouth shut about you answering my questions. Dustin won’t have a fucking clue.”

“Love you, too,” he says, “and don’t worry about throwing me under the bus. I’ll always be on your side…whether I realize it initially or not.”

Later, when Steve’s on his lunch break, Eddie will get a call—another hypothetical:

“If pigs could fly, would they use it for good or evil?”

He can’t help but wonder how he got stuck with the most lovable dork on the planet.

And how Dustin keeps getting roped into these goofy bets. Probably his tone, Eddie surmises, yeah…probably his tone.

🐴—————🐴

[ryemackerel]

I saw all your eddsworld playlist and DAMN i love em so much, my favourite is perhaps the eddmatt one cuz it gives so many chill vibes i kinda always listen to it when I have to do homework or draw, but now i wanna ask for a polysworld playlist!

I SWEAR I AM HEALTHY ABOUT EM

OH MY GOODNESS YAHAYAYAHAYYY DUDE DUDE I’m so happy you like my playlists AHHH <333 It means a lot to me, thank you so much!!!

[Infodump section because I swear I’m about music]: I try to give each of them their own unique themes and base em off of the vibes they give :-] I’m especially so silly about the instruments and genres I associate with them, and I usually add whichever song combines both of their styles together for ship playlists HEGHEGHE

For example, EddMatt has a lot of bedroom pop and indie pop, and these two are rlly laidback and chill with each other. Edd usually has a lot of very easygoing songs, while Matt gives a lot of high energy and that “pop” or flare in his. Then you combine em together, then you get EddMatt YAYAY

I usually associate Matt with electric guitar (usually lead guitar) and piano, and Edd with acoustic, electric guitar, and electric keyboard <3

[ALSO THE POLYSWORLD PLAYLIST]!!! I actually have two playlists for them all together IM SO EXCITED TO SHOW YOU HAGAHA!!! I made them before I headcanoned them being a whole poly, but over time I figured “Yeah, these are when you put all their themes together” 🥳 I haven’t made an official Polysworld-centric playlist YET, so that’s something I’m planning to make eventually?? Whenever I have the time, so KEEP YOUR EYES PEELED EVIL EMOJI

1. Creatures In Mum’s Basement (Their band playlist YAYAYAA)

This is when you put four crazy ass mfs together in a band and they get into some wildd shenanigans. This is a more rock-centric playlist, super super high energy shit, and I always like to imagine them all playing together in it :-] LIKE YES MATT . SHRED THAT GUITAR SOLO OH MY GODDDD LETS GO

2. The Dorks From Eddsworld (Main Eddsworld playlist, I don’t update this one much)

This is their sillier playlist! I go off of what I feel like would be in the show and what kinda gives off that “silly” Classic Eddsworld vibe. I even included some chiller songs that combine their themes together 🫶 I don’t update this one as much as the Creatures playlist, but it’s still a nice listen :-]

[isjasz]

Hmmm- if you’re still taking em-

Partner in Crime by madilyn mei fits the two dorks- (/pos)

3rd and Double life! Dessert duo pacifically

Dude I have lost count how many times i got this song I think it's like 3??? 2 from two different friends, one from an old ask AND NOW 4 FROM U LMOA /SILLY AND /POS DW I LOVE IT

It just fits them that well fr it's so ARGHFHRHEKHDDKH

[gontic-solution]

more reaper au doodles? more reaper au doodles

this popped into my head a while back. They look so tiny on Eclipse's back omg

big stretches

i wish to give these dorks a smooch on the forehead. Look at em, so silly

gah i love these guys so much

I dont think i've mentioned it but these two get to meet up every once in a while whenever an eclipse happens in their biome. It makes it easier on both of them to see and actually move around the whole biome :D

and finally, the big boy himself fully colored :

alt ver without the shadow and glow:

I love how this turned out om g and can you tell one of my favorite colors is orange?? Gah love this big lad, too bad that time waits for no one. An eclipse doesn't last long after all

[oneofathousentdumbasses]

Ralsei is having a panic attack and doing that one jutsu from naruto where you put your fingers in someones ass and they jump from the immense pain while bluffing about how he "knows what hes doing and knows it will hurt so stand back so we can resolve this peacefully...please",kris is an edgelord that uses swords as if they're knifes or daggers or one of those big sticks you grab and pretend is a sword when you're a kid or maybe watched too much anime, they also look very bishōnen,they very pretty and very androgenous and with a single red eye opened wich i find cool as fuck, plus it looks like they're not feeling something like fear or panic like ralsei but instead maybe apathy because the opponent feels like nothing special for them or maybe annoiyance like the opponents attacks are nothing more than something like mosquito bites, a minor annoiyance at most, or maybe even a bit excited because this is like a game to them, but they cant show it too much because theyre trying to look cool so hard ,and susies tall and out of frame and looks like shes either winding up,laughing or just. Stretching. These are complements and not insults its funny to imagine cute fluffy boy desperatly trying to be intimidating to avoid conflict, edgy teenager trying to look cool in a way that makes em look like a dork while STILL somehow looking extremely cool in multiple unintentional ways and mean girl susie being A. Ready to wreck the enemies' shit B. Bored and sleepy as fuck or C. Just fucking loosing her shit over the whole situation, with B and C being able to completly undermine this whole thing, but could ALSO reinforce the intimidation because maybe they could think "oh god shes not even taking the fight with me seriously" and A could very much be a "im not scared of the two dorks but of her im terrified wich makes it look like their intimidation attempt is actually working but the other 2 look ridiculous help" situation... feels like susie is playing mind games completly unintentionally,like, shes just doing what she feels she should do but she unknowingly is playing 5d chess accidentally did a checkmate.

God i actually love this because it shows a mixture of "theyre so fucking cool heroes" and "theyre such silly dorks"

Thought this was gonna look so much better than this but alas 🤧

[acaiasahi]

✶ losers in love ; choi jiung.

synopsis. just two dumb kids using corny pick up lines because they love each other that much.

info. fluff. choi jiung x gn!reader. 519 words.

warnings. cursing, corny pickup/flirting lines, grammatical and structural errors, storyline = shit, lowercase and smaller text intended!

[ now playing . . . ] losers in love.

you hear a dreamy sigh leave jiung's lips as he watches you study. looking up from your doodle-filled notes, you find him already looking at you, sickeningly sweet smile adorning his soft features.

"do you believe in love at first sight — or should i walk by again?" he asks you, seriousness lacing within his voice, though his goofy smile tells a different story. "that was horrible, never do that again." you deadpan, laughing as his expression turn sour.

letting another giggle leave your lips, you bring the pad of your thumb to the crinkles between his brows before rubbing softly. "i'm just messing with you, you dork" you continue with a twinkle in your eyes.

his frown automatically becomes a knowing grin, his cheeks turn red at how close you two really are. "so pretty," he thinks out loud as he leans in, opting for a soft, fluttering kiss on your lips.

for a second, you feel as if you're flying. fireworks have gone off, you're basically on cloud nine as you pull away from your lover.

you gaze into each other eyes, shy smiles on display as he runs his hands through your messy hair. "it's a good thing we're at the library, because i'm definitely checking you out!" jiung says, a groan leaving the back of your throat.

"did you really need to ruin the moment?" you ask jokingly before turning away from him and back to your notebook. he laughs before leaving a tiny kiss just above your hairline.

giving him the most non-threatening look, he puts his hands up in the air, surrendering. "my bad, sweetheart" he apologizes, playfulness evident in his tone and body language as he goes to hold your hand.

happily taking it, you leave a peck on the back of his hand. "and the fact that we're in a library makes your pick-up line a hundred times worse!" you shoot back before shaking your head in disbelief at how unashamedly open jiung is when it comes to flirting with you.

all he does is shrug, "i can't let my baby know how much i love 'em?" he asks nonchalantly. another scoff leaves your mouth before you shut it completely, thinking of an even cornier rebuttal, if that were possible.

you place a hand on your heart, feigning being hurt. jiung's expression soon turns to one of confusion and worry. "w-what? are you okay?" he asks nervously, placing his hand on your shoulder.

dramatically looking up at him, "is there any chance you have an extra heart lyin' around? mine's been stolen by choi jiung!" you say seriously, throwing your head back in agony, the back of your hand touching your forehead like a damsel in distress.

a soft 'pft' rushes past his lips, rolling his eyes. "oh, stop it. i thought you were seriously hurt!" he whines. you coo at him, "i thought you liked corny pick-up lines, ji?" you say it more of a statement rather than a question.

he shakes his head, "you're lucky that i love you, y/n" you nod at this well known fact, "lucky indeed."

★ piwon taglist. @existnesia ... @seung-scrittore ... @alohajun ... @enhacolor

[ 🎧 ] jaydi's notes. kinda like this one... kinda silly goofy w the writing bc i was talking w ppl while writing this so my brain was like hella jumbled esp since i forgot to take my meds... haha lol... don't be like me!!! take ur meds!!! LOL

© ACAIASAHI 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. COPYING, TRANSLATING, AND REPOSTING IS PROHIBITED.

[boneless07]

Goodnight || Spengler x GN reader

I have suddenly jumped on the Ghostbusters train and I'm riding it into the sunset. This is fluff, pre-confession stuff <3

Prompt: you catch Egon working far into the night and you can't help but admire him and ask him some questions.

Warnings: SFW, fluff, “unrequited love” but not really

You leaned against the door frame, eyes focused on Spengler as your head rested on the corner. The way he was oblivious to anything outside of his work made you giggle softly, covering your mouth to keep quiet.

It was nice to watch him work. Almost relaxing, or perhaps therapeutic. The way his eyebrows scrunched when he couldn’t figure out that little problem on paper was simply adorable--what he was working on then, you had no clue.

"Spengler, it's 2am." You wanted to say, and you opened your mouth to do so before shutting it quickly. He hadn't noticed your company as he whispered and muttered what you assumed to be incoherent equations under his breath. As he licked his lips and tapped his pen to his cheek, against the table, against the papers he held.

You didn't want to distract him, he seemed deep in thought.

He was undeniably a dork. And you couldn't look away.

It took you by surprise when he muttered your name almost as quietly as he was whispering those equations aloud. "What are you doing here," He didn't look at you, but his eyes scanned for something, before landing on a broken clock across the room. "It's.."

"2am," You finished for him as he trailed off, eyes searching for a working clock. He eyed you, then looked to the watch on his left wrist--he must've forgotten it was there.

"Yes, it's 2am. Do you not need rest?" He asked, almost laughably so.

And you did. You giggled again, covering your mouth with a shy hand. "I could ask the same to you." Your face felt like it was burning as he looked up at you, his dark eyes meeting yours.

Every look, every touch, it all set you aflame. How could someone so... strange, have had this kind of effect on you? Obviously he had no interest in romance, let alone you and romance in one sentence. Though a part of you still prayed that, perhaps, just perhaps, he felt the same as you.

That prayer was left unanswered.

"I'm working." He answered after a moment, avoiding eye contact again. The papers in his hands were now pressed to his chest--almost like he didn't want you to see them. Which, of course, only made you want to see them more.

You pick yourself from the door frame, itching the side of your head that was pressed against the wood to fix your hair. "On what?" Your voice rang out with true curiosity, but you were intent on teasing the poor man.

You really only wanted to know because he obviously didn't want you to.

"Private business." You huffed at that response.

"Lame, try again."

"Uhm.. it's a secret?" His voice almost cracked and you finally laughed, really laughed, at that.

"You silly man, come on, give 'em to me."  You reached forward, but his arms met you halfway and he grabbed your wrists firmly, dropping the papers. They fell to the floor, scattering everywhich way.

You were tempted to pick one or two up, read it aloud in front of him just to be a dick--but he seemed serious. So, you kept your eyes on him as you dropped to your knees and picked up the papers.

You shook them into a neat pile, and handed them back to him. Your eyes never left his.

He smiled.

You smiled back.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize how important this.. secret work was." You admitted, humor hidden in your serious expression.

Spengler forked a hand through his thick hair, looking beyond relieved. "It's okay, you obviously didn't know. Just, keep out of my private work from now on, please?"

You nodded, and smiled nervously. You felt bad, the tips of your ears burning. And then you turned to leave, but Spengler stopped you again--a hand grabbing your wrist. Gently, this time. You could feel the way his fingers wrapped around it, giving you a gentle squeeze.

"Now get some sleep," He said softly, "For me?" You probably could've melted at his words if it was physically possible. You could swear it took everything inside of you not to crumble at his feet.

You looked away, trying to calm the heat that climbed from your heart to your cheeks. "Okay. Goodnight Egon."

"Goodnight."

Part 2

[thesnivy123]

this is gonna sound rlly silly but like. noisemaster and mutemaster from cucumber quest make me genuinely emotional. Just look at these 2 panels

Like!!!! holy shit man that's just two bros. who care about eachother so fucking much. I don't CARE if this mightve been a trick to get almond to scream at 'em or whatever, these two dorks bring me so much joy whenever I think about them.

i think its just. theyre so wildly different in every possible way. By all means, they should HATE eachother, it doesn't make sense for them to be besties, but they are anyways. they care so much about eachother through thick and thin and through everything they've got eachother and. hgghghgh. love them love them love them I want them to be happy i want them to get a happy ending. I SPECIFICALLY want these two. To have a happy ending. The other disaster masters too but like that's a sidenote, noisemaster and mutemaster deserve to get to sit on a hill and watch the sunset together and drink lemonade and just have fun and not have to worry about their inevitable deaths at the hands of the hero.

tldr love these 2 so damned much i want them to be happy forever

[vrisrezis]

If you feel up for it, could you do some mushy/soft headcanons for Hunter & nb/gender neutral reader? Thanks so much!!

Hope you enjoy my actual mental illness for this I am sorry in advance .

You and hunter be like: down with cis .

(Get it cuz ur nb and he’s a he/they trans nb guy bc I said so haha)

Anyways:

- So sweet and supportive about everything, given that he understands what you go through. Dysphoria and all, he helps you through it :))

- totally has binders if you need em

Okay here’s normal hcs now (I made reader kinda goofy and dumb but yk) . Also technically this is kinda ?? gay since ur nb just wanted to make dat clear since I mention . Gay . Things . LOLL

- just hugs you and smooches ur cheek . And makes u feel valid,,,,

- cuddles . Cuddles .

- “MWAH” kiss on the forehead . . while he’s reading or sum

- his favorite position while kissing you is like. Your legs around his waist, hands on his cheeks while kissing him. His hands on your waist .

- OMG SO LISTEN!!! When he’s just being silly n goofy he carries you with you sitting on his shoulders. Piggyback rides too . He may look scrawny but he can handle it promise …

- also sometimes when your on his shoulders . Wrap arms around his neck

- holds ur hand .. give a lil SQUEEZE,,,

- sometimes when he is kissin u he just like grabs on your shirt

- info dumps on you while you read your fav books together or something .

- carries you bridal style sometimez . Usually when he’s feelin protective . Like getting you out of danger or something!

- if you carry him bridal style he grips onto your shirt tightly and he’s all blushy

- sometimes likes to kiss you while laying in your lap instead with his hand cupping your cheek (his face a whole red mess)

- kisses your cheek so hard . Smushes your cheek . Also smushes your cheek with his .

- blanket forts with him

- intertwines his hands with yours . While smiling like a dork

- holds your hand and walks with you all the time <33 hee hee

- when you kiss he grabs at the back of your head sometimes!! Or wraps his arms around your neck

- you guyz cuddlin . Just like poke at his cheek . He loves it even if he acts tsundere about it .

- lay head on his chest . His chin on your head

- kiss everywhere . On the floor . In the kitchen . In bedroom . In the laundry room while Belos is right there and wants you dead .

- when he takes a break from kissing you . Nuzzle him .

- him laying on his crossed arms on your stomach, looking up at you and you look down at him . And you guys do stupid shit like “pfbfpbfft” “PFBFPBFFT” and then start laughing hysterically

- just cuddling and he randomly pecs your forehead multiple times with a “mwah mwah”

- squish his cheeks . His face gets all red and then he does it back to you as payback and he loses his mind over your soft tender skin ..

- hugs you around your middle, legs around your waist while he info dumps about whatever

- I keep talking about y’all on each others lap BUT!! You on his lap and just hugging his head with his arms around you

- when he realizes he’s into dumping he goes quiet and his face gets all red and your just giving him a goofy smile and he loses his mind

- bro just info dumping about a book he read and your like “bro shaking and crying” and he is actually shaking and crying .

- draw on him while he’s reading

- “did you draw a dick on my face?” “No….” Proceeds to draw dicks on his face

- hunter just kisses u for the first time and u go “haha that was awesome” and you’re both a huge blushy mess and then you start beatboxing.

- “aww hunter my skrinkly wimble oonglydoople” “what.”

- hunter isn’t even phased by your “I ❤️ hot dads” shirt anymore you two just standing there casually with it on . You ask him to get a matching one and he’s like “I don’t care that you’re weird but Don’t involve me .”

- you guys playing toys . Sk8 board toys to be exact . He’s like “BOOM SICK TRICK” and you lose your fuckin mind you start sobbing

- “you’re telling me a shrimp fried this rice?” “What’s a shrimp.”

- kiss his cheek . “Smeck” “NOOOO!” then you just smile as his entire face is red and kiki just saw all of that .

- you two don’t see eachother for a long time? Reuniting is just a bunch of “ILY” “<3” “MWAH!” And him hugging you with your legs around his waist . and smooches .

- you two walk with your arms around eachother shoulders like your clingy besties . But it is so much more than that

- listen to music with shared earbuds

- grabs your chin n kisses you sometimes hehe

- kissin while he’s in your lap then you both start gigglin

- neck kisses :3

- he starts laughing though because it tickles

- naps with u . His head in your chest and arms around your upper back and your hugging his mid as your legs overlap on his

- “damn Belos gnc as fuck” “you’re insane”

- “hunter stinks he has no right being the cutest mf ever”

- just smiles . With blush on his face as he looks at you while you talk abt whatever it is . Bro is in love . Soft ass smile . He is smitten

- you just layin on the floor dead . He just flops on you .

- you just jammin to sum tunes and . He is shakin and crying stop we are on a mission please

- you just CRYIN n he comforting u he’s like “babe what’s wrong :(“ and you’re like “I… *sniffle* i ate soap” “…..” “…….” “You what.”

- y’all were watching a movie and you were like “I’d fuck that old man” and he squints at you like you’re insane, looks at the guy and then back at you. “Y/n….”

- be gay do crimes

- “they ordered pickles” meme with u and him . It’s true .

- “I see you don’t have a lifeguard at your beach…;)” “y/n this is a hot tub.”

- “oooo you like me- how EMBARRASSING” you say as you both strangle eachother

- on top of you and hugs you like a teddy bear and just sleeps like that

- Luz be like “>:( he’s awful and mean wtf?!?” And you’re like “you don’t have all the facts” and amity’s like “which are?” “I love him.”

- wearing a shirt that says “hunter apologist” on it

- kissin him with the girly one foot up thing . (I cant actually explain this pls tell me u understand)

- the circle of life between y/n and hunter. Being fucking sad and miserable . And then . “Wait a second I’m gay” and then being happy “SUCCESS!” and then being miserable again . Full circle .

- “do you ever sleep” “sometimes I close my eyes when I sneeze .” “Hunter Jesus”

- also YALL havin this convo when he is being a little shit to Luz or something “why are you a bitch?” “ask myself that question everyday” “well can u stop”

- hunter, beginning of relationship: “affection can be exchanged for goods and services”

Hunter, now in the relationship: “so turns out that isn’t enough and I should utilize “open communication” and “emotional availability” whatever the hell that means. Bullshit.

- you made hunter put on a shirt . The front says “straight pride” the back says “JUST KIDDING. Can you imagine holy fucking shit”

Okay I hope you guys liked my hcs bc. I love hunter and I was feeling rather insane when I made this. .

[george-fabian-weasley]

George Weasley — 5th December

Summary:  You read him a poem as he laid on your chest, loving the sound of your voice.

Words: 1,870 words

Warnings: Major Fluff, I Blushed So Hard so You Shall Too, George Weasley Supremacy 2.0, Makes You Wish You Can Shift Sooner So You Could Have This Moment With Him, So Floofy It Hurts Physically

Disclaimer: S i g h. I am just so in love with this man. The way I blushed so hard through this entire thing is obvious enough I will never love someone as much as I love this 6′3 ginger dork. Ooh, also the poem is mine, I wrote it thinking of George fdhfhjks I’m actually so so nervous to show you guys my poem so I really hope you enjoy it!

“Hey, flower,” George greeted you as soon as he walked in your dorm, seeing you leaning against your headboard, scribbling onto your notebook. He hadn’t seen you at all today, and your friends had told him you had called in sick, so right after dinner, he snuck some leftover food and went straight to your dorm.  

“Hello, mysterious handsome man,” You teased and laughed at him narrowing his eyes playfully at you. “How’s your fever, love?” He asked as he walked closer, giving you a sweet forehead kiss. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his lips on your skin, sighing in content, “Much better since Madam Pomfrey gave me some potions to drink. They were ghastly, to be honest.” 

George chuckled at your fake vomiting, slightly relieved that you were still his same, silly flower. 

He sat at the edge of the bed, right beside you as he held a tray of leftover food he had picked out, there were cauldron cakes, chocolate frogs, gummy worms, and a bowl of mushroom soup, which when you saw the thick creamy food you gasped, “They had mushroom soup today?!”

The next couple of hours were spent with you and him eating together in bed, you listening to his day today, Fred and Lee had tried to convince him to put some explosive powder into your mushroom soup earlier—you gasped in mock offense—luckily he said no, not wanting to be accidentally murdered in his bed at midnight—you nodded in agreement, he laughed—and the two friends wished you well. 

You instantly snatched the bowl and groaned at the taste of the soup on your tongue. George chuckled, “Yeah, reckon you would like a bowl of ‘em in bed.”

“You’re kidding? I would love to have it in bed, blimey you’re the best boyfriend ever, thank you, Georgie.” You gushed as you gave him a big wet kiss on his cheek, which he laughed loudly at.

And you told him about yours, about how ghastly this morning was that you had woken up in cold sweats and practically had to crawl out of your bed to call your friend for help—he was frowning so hard—and Madam Pomfrey had visited you twice during the day, giving you some potions and brought you some food to regain your energy—George planned to surprise Madam Pomfrey with sweets the next day as a thank you—and you spent the rest of your day writing.

“What were you writing? Another poem?” George asked, he had known you had a passion for writing ever since you were little. It doesn’t matter what kind of writing it was, you do everything. From poetry to short stories to even some of Hogwart’s news articles, you love everything there is about writing. Even songwriting, George had to close his mouth manually when he found out you could actually compose songs and sing, he thought he’s had enough reasons to love you as it is when turns out there are more and he’s more pleased to discover all of them over time with you.

“You’re right, actually. I missed you a lot today, so I wrote it for you,” You said with a small smile, eyes tearing away from George shyly. 

George had sworn his heart stopped beating for like 5 seconds.

“For me? Really?” He whispered in awe, his smile widening at your blushing cheeks. George was absolutely sure his face was the same hue as his hair at the moment, but his heart was leaping in too much joy to actually care. Seeing you before him trying to hide your heavy blush and trying so hard to contain a big grin with your teeth on your bottom lip had his whole knees weak. You looked mad adorable and all George wished to do at the moment was shrink you into pocket-sized and keep you in his pocket forever.

“I-I mean, no one has written me poems before…” He trailed off, his hand brushing the nape of his neck, feeling extremely giddy and extremely happy. He was usually the one who made you this way, blushing and stuttering, but when it’s your turn, he almost died out of heart attack each time.

“Well, you’re going to be surprised when I tell you that every love poem I’ve written, I thought of you.” You said, rolling your eyes playfully at his widened eyes, flushed cheeks, with a giddy grin on his lips.

There it is; the heart attack.

“Well I would love to hear you read it for me—excuse me, madam, coming through,” He said, shuffling on the bed closer to you, laying between your legs, his back on your chest and his head on your shoulder perfectly; as if your body was molded solely to hold him this way, and George wouldn’t agree more. You laughed as he finally leaned onto you, sighing in content as he did. You pulled the blanket so it could drape the both of you perfectly, and you leaned your cheek to his forehead. 

“Alright, but warning, it’s very very mushy,” You warned, and he smiled a bit wider, “All the more reasons to read it then.” 

You reached the leather brown notebook at your other side, flipping the page easily to where you want it due to the lilac feather quill resting between the tea-colored pages, acting as a bookmark.

Your arm beside George rested on his head, massaging his scalp gently as he liked it. George hummed in content as he leaned onto your neck, feeling very comfortable. The warmth from your body behind him and the heavy blanket draped across you both felt so comfortable that he didn’t want to move, ever.

“This is the first poem, I call it 5th December,” You said, and George opened his eyes, “Why 5th December? Isn’t that like, 10 days ago?” You chuckled, “Yeah, I first wrote it then, but I finished it today.” George hummed in understanding, “Go on then.”

“I’m not very good at reciting poems, so excuse me if it doesn’t sound right.” You said and George dramatically sighed, “You’re stalling, love. And even if you say it most horribly, I’ll still love it because you wrote it.”

“Aww, Georgie,” You cooed, kissing his forehead causing him to crack a smile. “Okay, okay, here it goes.” You said and George had his eyes on the notebook you’re holding, scribbles of black lines and paragraphs filled every page.

“Awh, darling.” George cooed and kissed your cheek, causing you to stifle a giggle before going back into reciting mode.

“If you ask what my birthday wish was,

I simply could not tell you because

I don’t wanna say it’s wanting you with me laying down the grass

Together at night with the company of the stars.”

As you read the words, George found himself getting flutters in his stomach. He was so focused now, wanting to hear more of your voice and this poem combined, because to him, there is no such beauty that could compare. All that matters to him as of that moment, was you.

“If you ask what my falling star wish was

I shall simply shake my head just because

It’s hard to describe wanting you by my side each and every night

Taking your hand in mine and waking up with you next in line.”

You looked at him, and George was already looking at you with full adoration. He looked so mesmerized and amazed, you smiled at this; how adorable. You closed the notebook, you had already memorized every line as you had read it over and over for the past day, getting butterflies in your heart as you thought of George every time. With your eyes on him, your soft voice recited the poem again.

“If you ask what my new year’s wishlist was

I would simply put my lips together because

I couldn’t tell you it’s wanting to travel the world with you

And just try together everything new and spend time with you.”

George was in a trance. The beautiful words you crafted together were meant just for him. The poem you shared with him was because of you thinking about him. At that moment, George had thought of something he never would’ve thought during his past relationships. 

“If you ask what my clover wish was

I would just laugh and tell you no because

I wish to touch every inch of you every second with all my will

For your lips against mine, I shall need no happy pill.”

He wanted to spend his entire life with you, and no one else but you. He wanted to live with you, to be with you during thick and thin. Because… Because he loves you.

As you finished it, you gave him a gentle smile. There was a silent moment from the both of you, the only sound was the raindrops outside the window, the rhythmic splatter of water was therapeutic, to say the least.

“And if you ask, why won’t you tell me anything of you wished for

Let’s talk about it over a nice cup of tea just brewed

I shall say with the love in my eyes a secret till forevermore

That if I simply say it to you, then none of them would come true.”

You took your time to look at George’s face. Sometimes you had marveled at the fact that you could get this ridiculously beautiful man to be yours, to like you for who you are, to accept each and every quirk you have without any feeling of annoyance or disgust by them. 

This ridiculously beautiful man, with lush and soft ginger hair, light colored long eyelashes, the stunning color of brown for eyes, and peach-hued freckles decorating his face like footsteps of an elegant ballerina on stage.

“I am so lucky,” Was all George could breathe out as he leaned upwards, engulfing you into a passionate kiss. George loved every single moment when he kisses you, your lips are nicotine at its best, and he would drop everything to be an addict, an slave for you; for thousands of eternities if he could.

His hands had found the back of your neck, pulling it closer to his direction, deepening the kiss. You closed your eyes to relish the moment, your hands already found their place at each side of his jawline, hungrily pulling him closer to you.

When you pulled away, your lips were ghosting each other, his hard breaths hit your swollen lips softly. “What exactly are you lucky for, Weasley?” You breathed out, still panting softly, the smile on your lips grew as it mirrored the lovestruck smile on his lips.

He kissed your nose, and the rosy cheeks returned, “For you, for the poem, for you reading the poem, for you writing the poem while thinking of me,” You giggled and he joined with a chuckle, a soft smile on his face, “For everything. I love you, my flower.”

“I love you too,” you bit your lips, trying your hardest to contain a smile, “If this is what I get after reading you a poem then do you wanna hear the second one?” George laughed loudly; happy and content just being there with you.

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[ohheyitsokay]

Elle! I come presenting a request!! So, Poly Frontier. Tell me more. What are some of the guys’ favorite activities to do with the reader/each other? How often are giant Cuddle Piles with all of them a thing? How does sharing a bed work with all of em? Who convinces who to get ridiculous matching couples’ shirts but then has to find a way to make all the others match too? - Ghost

ughh (affectionate) @scribbledghost is on a mission to get me to dork out over these boys, even though there's so many combinations it would take forever to fully write all my thoughts for each out

let's do it, abridged, if you need an expansion on any one in particular... lmk

note: this posted from my drafts before I was done! so I'll continue in another post at some point. enjoy!

warnings: this takes place in my poly frontier au, so it's 18+, but pretty mild relationship things, kissing and mild implications of sex, fluff fluff fluff

anyway

I'd like to reiterate that this is more of a web of individual relationships, rather than just one thing, which I think plays well with your questions.

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As a group, I really see them doing silly hobby sports. Disc golf, rock climbing, hiking, even annoyingly competitive put put rounds. ("babes I want the blue club and ball, to match my eyes" "you're gonna have blue balls if you keep swinging your club around like that" "you guys are like children")They're all so overpowered, strong and muscular that they get restless - they like to be outside, unsuffocated and soaking in sun. If they can't blow of steam that way, I think they like classic fun dates, like bowling. Even if you're not all equal, they each like to help the more confused out, showing off techniques or using it as a chance to flirt (kissing the shell of your ear as they pretend to show you how to swing a club, gently rolling their hips against your butt). I think they especially prefer activities where it's "acceptable" being in groups, they hate having to waste energy fending off questions or guarding you from judging eyes.

I can see Benny and Santi working out together, and going to sporting events with Will. Santi and Will go for drives, and go to obscure grocery stores for adventures. The two of them and Frankie always volunteer together - kids sports coaching, soup kitchens, firefighting, animal shelters, you name it. Benny joins a lot, but he isnt great with things that dont involve interaction with people or animals, like setting up for local performances or packing care boxes or anything - he gets distracted talking. Santi and Frankie find weird recipes and then ignore them but the food somehow always taste amazing.

Frankie and Will do home projects together, fix things, create things that make the chaos of living in a group a little calmer. They enjoy the physical work, doing something with their hands as they talk. He and Ben go for their own drives, sharing wisdom silence as the crops and streetlights blur by.

It's kind of strange but Will and Frankie like to go on niche tours with you - they like to learn, but from guides and other tradesmen instead of labels and plaques.

If you do go to museums it's with Santi and Will, they both love having quiet talks about the big picture, and feeling simultaneously solid and small with their arms around you.

Surprisingly, Benny and Santi like to go shopping with you. Their taste and skill at helping is varied, but they like to watch you with the things you like, enjoy spending a little extra money on you, if you'll let them. It's innocent conversation, colors and textures and stories that have nothing to do with trauma.

With you alone, they all like to walk. When you stroll with Santi, he likes to make it romantic - pretty views, his jacket on your shoulders, your hand tucked into his elbow. Frankie just laces his big fingers with yours and the conversation flows to and from comfortable silence as naturally as waves wash ashore. More often then not, Will likes to see you occupied while you walk, likes to stuff his hands in his pocket and let you do the talking and just let your voice and glow wash over him, his gaze so adoring you'd think it could make you fly. Your Ben pulls you onto his back, his forearms under your knees, loving the extra weight of you against him, bragging until your nerves dissolve in laughter.

They adore any time they get. It's busy, having five different schedules, but you make time for the things and people you love.

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Taglist:

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Poly frontier taglist:

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[scribblersvale]

🖊 Good ol' Pan

This Boy

H I M

Panphilos

He is my obnoxious ass lil dork of a son and I love him so much

He was the first ever oc I came up with years back, and will always hold a special place in my heart because of that.

To this day though he still doesn't really have a set-in-stone story that he fits into. When I was little and first came up with him, his story was that he lived in an alternate dimension of earth, hidden on the other side of mirrors. Then his story turned into him being a wizard living in a harry-potter-esqu dimension full of magic users, with a job to collect magical artifacts with his friends. To just a wizard living as normal of a life as he can in a normal earth without alternate dimensions.

His story now is that he was born and raised in Greece. He lost his parents when he was a baby, too little to remember them, and was adopted and raised by his non-magic father. In his world, the ability to use magic manifests in a person as a defense mechanism, in response to an incredibly traumatic event happening to someone. Panphilos doesn't remember what happened to his parents, but has had his magic for as long as he can remember, which unsettles him a bit when he thinks about it too much. He's a necromancer, but has never once used his powers for anything even remotely "evil," and he absolutely hates when people jump to the conclusion that he must be a "bad wizard" or "evil warlock" for using what many consider to be "dark magic."

When he was a kid he met and became friends with a boy named "Chance" who possessed magic as well. Chance being down on his luck and initially trying to use his illusion-based magic to scam Pan out of some money, but Pan seeing right through the others magic, and holding no hard feelings afterwards. The encounter basically becoming like the meme "You're my friend now. We're having soft tacos later!" And the two being close friends ever since. Even dating briefly at one point, though eventually breaking up and returning to being just friends.

Nowadays he and Chance share an apartment together in the US. They spent their late teens backpacking and traveling around Europe, then backpacking and traveling around the US, and despite having settled down a bit still travel frequently when they can. Chance working as a waiter at a fancy restaurant, and Pan working as a writer/author with a couple published books, as well as being the creator of popular zombie app game called "Pandemic."

I'm thinking about maybe fusing his story into the universe of one of my other main character ocs.

He is chaos incarnate. He is a goofy ass obnoxious lil dork. And he will say or do most any random thing that pops into his head if it amuses him. He has made multiple videos pranking his friends or dragging his friends into incredibly silly situations.

Fucker has been kicked out of multiple walmarts for various reasons.

He most likely has had several signs put up as a result of him like this-

He is 22 years old, Asexual and Panromantic, and trans

He can't actually bring people back from the dead 100%. He can summon skeletons and zombies. But if someone passed on, he couldn't bring THEM back. He could reanimate their corpse, but couldn't bring back the person themself. The way he tries to explain this is; "It's like a combination of like, uh... seashells and robots. Okay that made more sense in my head, lemme explain, um. The things that I can summon with my magic are in a sense like seashells. You find shells on the beach, pick em up and use em for stuff, but the thing that used to live in the shell is long gone. The lil dude, snail clam or whatever used to live there before is long gone, you're just messing with the shell it left behind. And they're like robots in the sense of like, I'm programming them on what they do. They don't have any like, minds or thoughts of their own, and I tell them what to do. If I just summoned one and did no magical programming, gave them nothing to do, then whatever I'd summoned would just stand there until they fade back away. The part of them that was able to think and make decisions, the part of them that was who they were before is long gone, and I don't know if I even could bring that part back, but I sure as fuck never wanna try to. I'm just taking an empty shell and programming it to do something for a few moments."

[dntknonuttin]

You know you wanna do the meme for odie u silly goose

I DO THIS IS WHY I REBLOGGED THAT POST IN THE FIRST PLACE.

So, I am like the only human probably left on earth who still cares about Odie from Soul Nomad BUT I wanna just share my feelings about him soooo bad.

Sexuality Headcanon: Just everything we see in-game, I have to say THIS MAN IS GAY, GAY AS SHIT. maybe Bi so I can selfship myself with him. But yeah, This guy totally likes dudes.

Gender Headcanon: MOST Likely Cis Male... but.. IDK I can totally see this middle-aged dork maybe... dressing in cute clothes... 👀 (Vitali plz give him a makeover he needs one so bad)

A ship I have with said character: I to this DAY have no idea how in the height of the yaoi shipping for the sake of shipping-era of the late 2000s, NO ONE shipped him with Endorph, SERIOUSLY? Those two BOTH had a really deep bonding moment. It was like, the ONE time anyone had any faith in Odie at ALL, and that memory helped him actually unlock an ancient magic barrier! (that's revealed later in the game it wasn't ALL that impressive he did that BUT STILL.) Just one of these days I'm writing a fic shipping them I swear to GOD.

A BROTP I have with said character: Just the ending he has with Revya is super cute qwq he's like so thankful for them for believing in him! (He calls Revya his guardian angel! that's so sweet!) I like to think he just becomes Revya's weird doofy magic uncle C:>

A NOTP I have with said character: IDK if anyone ships them, but I think even the ending they have with Revya goes out of its way to NOT depict them romantically?! (thank god, Revya's like 17?!? that be really gross.) just basically anyone who's young/under 18 I just.. Nah don't ship em with the weird middle-aged wizard.

A random headcanon: I am convinced his dad, whoever the previous Dio was, did legit abuse him, like he totally lacks all confidence in himself, and just tries so hard to be at ALL taken seriously at all. Like I know he's like a 'haha funny midboss character', I know, but I really think he had a shitty childhood and his dad was an utter asshole to him and disowned him out when he was pretty young :<.

General Opinion over said character: HE IS SO UNDERRATED? I feel a lot of that is he's doofy as fuck looking and not an anime pretty boy like a lot of nippon ichi characters are, (let alone midboss characters, who are normally ALL pretty boys.) But! He's really a good character! He's fun! his theme music is sad clown music basically! I know this fandom is basically dead and he's never gonna get his time to shine but... IDK I guess my message to the 5 Soul Nomad Fans who are still semi-active, just, he deserves more love...

[lowlights]

Hey! Congrats on 500 🎉🎉🎉

If you’re still doing the Pedro character pairings, would you be so kind as to pair me 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Few things about me: love naps, nap when I can, would love sleepy cuddles along with those naps; I like reading as my favorite pastime; if I had to choose another pastime without it being writing, it would be puzzles or video games; when I watch tv, it’s normally what older folk would watch (news, price is right, family feud, diners drive-ins and dives, jeopardy); food. Just food. I’m lazy but lovable I guess 😅

Hi love!! Thanks for your patience with this. I put a lot of thought into this, and was deeply inspired by your playlist for this man....

It's our favorite cowboy, Jack.

More specifically, it's the Jack that survived the movie and eventually retired from Statesman. The two of you live would live on his ranch, where there are no deadlines or dangers. Every morning is spent cuddling together, bodies wrapped around each other until the growling of your bellies would be too much to deal with any longer. Both of you would head into the kitchen, cooking together and laughing as Jack puts on your favorite playlist and twirls you around the room. He's for sure going to sing Sex on Legs to you into his whisk, serenading you off-key and making you join in with him.

Also, this man is ready to relax. Like, relax relax. The only thing on his agenda is to make sure the animals are cared for and that his lady is cared for. He is ready to live that life of bubble baths, warm blankets, and soft sweaters. He wants to read with you by the fireplace when it's chilly and under the big oak tree when it's nice outside. I feel like he would get really into candles- good, locally-made ones. Maybe he knows the vendor who sells them and always picks one out with you at the farmers' market each week.

Finally, this man is a dork. He is a goofy, silly, dork. He hates technology so while you're playing video games he is either just curled up right next to you doing his best to follow what's going on or he's next to you doing puzzles. Either way, he is cheering you on the whole time. "Get 'em, baby" and "you got this, sugar" make you laugh but feel so loved. He's happiest yelling out answers to Wheel of Fortune with you, wondering how you know the most obscure things during Jeopardy, and planning your next road trip to every diner you see on TV.

He would love your lowkey life together!!