#they all kiss each other goodnight

[paepaerest]

a little orphy for anyone in need

[amnesiaskulls]

decided to draw all of my favorite guys (not gene) again

i mean hes better in mystreet but everywhere else he sucks

WHY IS IT SO LOW QUALITY RAGHHH

[the-bisexual-and-damned]

neil and todd are the type to go to the dining room section of an ikea, pretend like a married couple on the brink of divorce, in this big blowout and then not be able to speak to each other for days

[ambrosykim]

no thoughts only my rook lovingly giving manfred a goodnight kiss on the forehead while emmrich watches from a distance, completely smitten like

[monkee-mobile]

it’s the 90s in my monkee universe where davy lost his mom young like he did irl and they are watching the land before time because, yknow it seemed like a cool newer movie and peter LOVES don bluth films so they happened to pick it up from a video store after it left theaters so they’re all at home on the couch snuggled up and then they get to the scene where the sharp tooth attacks and mike sees it coming and has a hand on davys arm immediately and sure enough theres a dying mother scene.

davy stiffens a bit but says he’s fine and so mike squeezes davys hand a bit but then eventually davy starts to sniffle and mikes like “okay that’s it micky pause it.” and despite it having been so many years since his mom passed and him having been so young at the time, something still hits davy, especially seeing a kid in denial that his mom is going away because he just assumed she’d always be there!

but davy is determined to push past most of his babyish ways of the past so he keeps assuring mike (who is holding his face and looking into his eyes) that he’s fine between breaths. but mike is in full mumma mode because davy became his baby forever and always, and they turn the film back on and it’s all fine but mike holds davy extra tight and snuggles up to him throughout the rest of the watch and davy can’t help but push himself into mike and cling onto his shirt because mike is there for him and he does love him so much.

[not-so-superheroine]

so like. at the psych treatment center, those in the ed program did exposure therapy off campus.

we went to the movies once (the idea being eating a snack at the movies. i ordered and ate movie popcorn for the first time in forever tbh). and the film the ed program collective (le patients) decided to watch was deadpool and wolverine.

the behavioral health techs were suprised that that was the one. atm, it was all young women, at the time, so maybe that was the suprise. also the violence that would potentially be a trigger for some there. the techs were thinking inside out 2. that would have been "therapeutic" ig, but deadpool 3 probably did us the most good.

but that's how i ended up watching that movie. watching a movie in a theatre was charged to my insurance. wild.

[gideonisms]

excuse me tlt lesbian desire callout post??

Yeah, about a year and a half ago, someone said "show me where the real lesbians are in this book," putting into motion a series of events that, not to be too sincere on this hellsite, would become the highlight of my year and a half,

[cloysterbell]

Anyway I just think that

[bluesidedown]

.....

[innytoes]

Winter/X-mas Prompts #25 - “If you keep following me around with mistletoe I’m punching you in the face.” - Luke/Bobby

It had started as a joke. Luke had gotten some fake mistletoe from somewhere, and had hung it in the door of the garage. Reggie had been his first victim, and he'd planted a big kiss on his cheek, laughing when it - and the rest of Reggie's face - turned firetruck red in response.

Alex, who had seen it go down, had gone back into the Molina house, coming back with a spray bottle Ray used on the plants. He kept Luke under fire the entire time, spraying whenever Luke tried to move closer, until he was sat safely behind his drums.

Of course he got Alex the next day, when he'd pinned the mistletoe against the ceiling of the loft above his drums. In the middle of Finally Free, he leaned over, pressed a kiss against Alex' nose, before pointing up with a smirk.

Julie caught on and actually ambushed him, hanging the mistletoe over his couch, pressing a kiss to his forehead when he was in the middle of a writing session. Flynn snagged the mistletoe the next day and held it above her own head impatiently, demanding attention. (She got a kiss from both Luke and Reggie at the same time, one on each cheek, and beamed, before ordering them to get back to work.)

Bobby was the real problem. He was wily. Like, crawl through the tiny bathroom window so he wouldn't have to go through the door, wily. Carrie wasn't so lucky, but Luke also didn't want to play their Christmas gig with a black eye, so he gave her a deep, I-saw-it-on-one-of-Mom's-BBC-Regency-shows bow, and pressed a chaste kiss to the back of her hand.

So the studio was out. Bobby was expecting it there. He'd tried the Molina house instead, because Ray had promised them a barbecue after their Christmas gig (burgers and eggnog was a great combination, in Luke's opinion). He hadn't had any luck there, though Julie's aunt did get a peck on the cheek. Carlos got a raspberry blown against his until he shrieked, after he made a comment about Luke just trying to kiss his sister.

Still no Bobby.

He wasn't successful at the band's Christmas Eve gift exchange. Carrie sent him mockingly laughing gifs when he begged her to help him break into their house so he could sneak into Bobby's room. She also wouldn't Trojan Horse him inside in a giant fake present. So by the 27th, he still hadn't kissed Bobby.

Reggie had helped him tie it to a reindeer antler headband that he wore for a few days, but Bobby just kept his distance. He did get a kiss from Willie out of that one, though.

Willie was a great kisser. Don't tell Alex.

Finally, on the 29th, he tried trying the mistletoe to a stick with some string, shoving it into his back pocket and hiding it under his shirt until Bobby came by. It didn't work, probably because the stick kept slipping and hanging out of the armpit of his cut-off shirt.

"If you keep following me around with mistletoe I’m punching you in the face," Bobby threatened, sounding entirely done. He looked like he meant it too, so sadly, Luke put the mistletoe away. He tried not to sulk too much, because, you know, he was trying to be better about Boundaries.

For New Year's, they all gathered at the Molina house. Flynn and Julie had set up karaoke in the studio, Tía Victoria had made the most epic snacks, and Reggie and Carlos had created this epic light show since 'fireworks scares dogs and cats, Luke, and I won't be a part of that!'.

Luke had almost forgotten about the Kisstletoe Disaster, when halfway through the countdown (which Willie had started at thirty seconds to midnight, because apparently that was more fun), Bobby sidled up to him.

"Hey," he said gruffly.

"Hi," Luke said, grinning. He had his plastic glass of fake champagne ready to toast and everything.

"Happy New Year," Bobby said, right before everyone shouted it. Then, he leaned over and planted a kiss on Luke's lips, warm and soft and a little slick. Luke gasped, and Bobby used the opportunity to nip at his lower lip, before pulling back. He looked very smug, gently patting Luke's cheek as he gaped, before moving away to toast with an excited Reggie and Alex.

Well, at least he got his last kiss.

[arklay]

DANI HAINES x CLAIRE REDFIELD / template.

[amys-love-potion]

Sanji fanfic in the works... It'll be about our reunion 🥺🥺

[burningarsenic]

Queerplatonic relationships are so baller actually i'm having the time of my life

[mysimsyuri]

btw as soon as i feel confident enough in the fact i wont be SHOT DEAD for posting screenshots/videos its over for yall. i take a billion screenshots anytime violets in my line of sight . im sitting here recording her doing nothing and swooning the whole time

[neinnerr]

I'm watching Chiharafuyu and I'm devastated to realise that the fandom isn't all that into Chihaya-Arata-Taichi polycule

[screampied]

you don’t really realize you’re growing old with satoru until you spot a grey tress inside the roots of your hair as you’re looking in the mirror. the thing about marriage and life itself was that time really doesn’t stop—for no one. as you entrap the lock between your fingers, you murmur out to satoru with a cheeky grin. “satoru baby, c’mere.”and as he’s lying in bed with a wrinkled nose, he reads some book titled ‘three men in a boat.’ as he flips a thick page, his cerulean blue reading glasses crook down the bridge of his nose before he turns his attention toward you.

“yesss, honey?” he rubs his eyes, bringing a palm up to his growing stubble. as he got older, you noticed how he moved a bit slower. satoru was still fit as he aged, but he’d have a bit of a waddle whenever he walked. it was cute—how his limbs were getting more and more fragile, but he was still labeled as the strongest despite his inevitable aging.

he makes his way behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. the two of you make eye contact through the mirror that reflects you both, a happy married couple. “look, we’re finally matching now,” and his face softens once you bring the silvery colored strand up to his view. ‘matching,’ because his hair was naturally a snowy white . . almost similar to the strand of hair you just showed him.

although as the years progressed, satoru was growing ashen grey streaks too.

“i guess we are,” he replied in a gentle tone, his hands remaining on your hips. satoru’s touch was always gentle and ginger. he presses his lips near the back of your nape before letting off a soft sigh. “you’d look pretty with white hair, actually.”

“prettier than you?” you hum, glancing at him through the mirror. satoru towers over you as he holds you, the band of his wedding ring grazing against your hip.

again, you watch as the corners of his lips crease into a smile. a toothy genuine one where his dimples show.

“haha, veeeery funny,” and as he buries his face into your neck, he deeply ponders to himself for a moment.

to think . . how much time has passed, out of all the countless tiresome battles he’s had to face—

all those years at trying to keep the world safe and now, he could finally relax. having his arms around you gave him a peace of mind, and in the end it was all worth it because at the end of the day, satoru gojo—the strongest, came back to you. you were his personal safe haven and he was yours.

“but honeyyy,” he yawns with rosy pouty lips, shifting his chin up to rest against your left shoulder. satoru starts leading you toward your side of the bed. “ ‘s pretty late, let’s getcha back to bed, hm?”

“okay,” you mumble, already feeling your eyes starting to get heavy again. satoru’s still got his burly arms wrapped around your waist as he leisurely guides you back to bed. he was clingy, and that never changed. satoru gojo’s always been clingy ever since the two of you met. as he pulls down the cover for you to enter, you crawl back in and he gets beside you.

satoru slings an arm around you, pulling you close as his hooded eyes starts a staring contest with the swaying wooden ceiling fan.

it’s moving slow. . just like time was.

whenever he was with you, it felt as if time stood still. and as the both of you cuddled against each other with your head resting against his beating heart, he sighs. it’s a content happy sigh, and satoru’s hands find their way near the top of your head. his thin fingers maze it’s way near your soft grey growing strand before he leans in, giving the crown of your head a goodnight kiss. “mwah,” and he watches as your eyes briefly widen before glancing away, growing sheepish. “get some rest, my love. i’ll be here when you wake up. promise.”

you nod, too drowsy to reply and he pulls you closer. satoru’s heartbeat was steady and slow, and each pulse that bested against your ear made you felt more and more protected. as he holds you firm and close, a hand of his softly caresses your forehead—brushing against the soft hairs that cling onto your skin.

as your breathing starts to relax and your eyelids finally close, he realizes you finally drifted off to sleep. satoru exhales lowly, almost forgetting to take off his reading glasses. as he places them near the nightstand, he lies back down, giving your sleeping state once last glance.

“i love you,” he whispers against your ear before reaching for the pearled lamp switch. “so much.”your head nuzzles against his chest and he assumes that was your non-verbal way of saying it back, even in your sleep. cute.

the only sounds that could be heard were the faint tick tocking of the grandfather clock that stood near the hallway and your soft breathing as you deeply slept. satoru feels a smile tugging against his glossed lips yet again, but this time it’s different . .

it’s not the same smile from when you showed him that you were graying, it was a more genuine smile that was satisfied at everything—primarily at life. satoru’s long crystalline lashes gradually flap shut as he smiles to himself, a thumb brushing against your forehead. all those battles was worth it in the end, because right now, he’s at the only place he wanted to be . . with you.

life wasn’t a competition, but satoru finally felt at peace, true peace—and that peace was being in your presence. he wasn’t one for believing in good endings, but maybe this particular one wasn’t so bad.

“i . . won.”