#they are adorable together

[vodkartoons]

plant parents

i love them

[wintergreenoreo]

Fernando and Franco after the race 🥹

[abbyholmes]

I. I just. Wow. Finished the new episode and am once again GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET.

Listen. I love the idea of buddie. Always have, always will.

But uh…the amount of CHEMISTRY between Buck and Tommy just…it‘s off the fucking charts, okay? So I guess I am a multishipper now. Would I like buddie to happen? Yeah, sure. Do I absolutely ADORE Buck and Tommy together? Hell yes.

Tommy‘s gentleness and how obviously smitten he is with our favorite idiot / golden retriever is so so cute. He seems so genuine and so willing to let Buck go at his own pace. And as I said, their chemistry is off the charts. Whoever made the decision to bring Lou back for this was a genius. Him and Oliver have a perfect back and forth and play the heck out of this storyline.

I would really love to see more of that. Let them date. Let them fall in love. Let them be HAPPY.

I don‘t think the relationship will be ‚endgame‘, mostly because Buck is Buck and 911 can‘t only have functional couples (it is a drama after all), but I hope we‘ll get to keep it for a while. It‘s such a beautiful queer storyline and I hope we get to see a lot of Buck being happy and having the chance to discover new things about himself more.

I‘m just happy, okay?

Doesn‘t mean I abandoned the buddie ship. I just turned off the engine and switched to sailing for a bit. I am enjoying the ride.

[5h0w1sh]

A comic dedicated to the two characters that have made me a total loser.

[lonelier-version-of-you]

It's been weeks since I saw the Doctor Who movie and I still keep thinking about the overwhelming cuteness of the scene where Grace says "thank you, Doctor" (rather typical 'companion who's just had a great adventure' sort of line that I was expecting) and Eight says "thank you, Doctor" back (absolutely adorable, I was not expecting this at all and it made me say "awww!" out loud).

[sessakag]

OT3 Love

Found some really adorable poses 🥰

Look at my bae(s) hand in hand 🥰🥰🥰🥰

A Sun and Two Moons <3

This one was so cute with Naruto in the middle. Hand and hand with Sasuke and holding on to Hina <3

Couldn't decide which way looked better :D I think Sasuke in the middle is probably the winner though

[bl-bam-beyond]

STAY BY MY SIDE (2023, TAIWAN)

Episode 3 "YOU'RE SPECIAL TO ME"

Unable or unwilling to tell his roommate his ghostly secret Gu Bu Xia (HONG WEI ZHE) constant touching and such is making Jiang Chi (YANG I HSUAN) uncomfortable and intrigued.

Jiang Chi can't seem to shake his burgeoning feelings for his "odd" roommate.

@pose4photoml @lutawolf @bengiyo

[wolfdrawer]

HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYBODY!

Hope everyone has their New Year's resolutions (mine's is a bit shit)! Enjoy some DHMIS doodles and I'll try to post more and just so happens one of my resolutions is to work on digital art more. (pretty sure you guys are probs tired of the sketchy mess that is these posts...)

Enjoy yourselves and have a way better 2023!

[madeinchinataiwanhk-blbambeyond]

MCF: MADE IN TAIWAN

HONG WEI ZHE

YANG I HSUAN

[kensatou]

MONKEY MAN (2024)

[novaneondream]

Anyways what kind of music do you think Eri listens to

[egophiliac]

everyone out of the way, this is the only thing I'm going to be thinking about from now on.

(okay, there is one more thing)

[shakespearian-love]

Getting wet with you ❦

[smoking-breath]

This is too cute and adorable not to reblog them!🥰🥰🥰

Padawan!Anakin, Rex and first meetings

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF Mikes with their (not so) little sisters

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.