#they are so stupid together (affectionate)

[youruinedmylifebynotbeingreal]

Forever thinking about that Corvus has only known Hat for mere hours but he already knows that of course Soren’s glowtoad child would eat the mushroom with him. He knows Soren that well and knows that if an animal is gonna choose Soren as their person, they’d be just as adventurous as him. Corvus doesn’t even need to look behind him to go “Hat, you too.”

[oceans-beloved]

Meme dump yayyy🥳✨️

(off to make more now muhahaha >:3)

[erabu-san]

me, seeing people i know starting jjk: 😮

also me, seeing people i know starting jjk: 😨

...anyways haha i hope you've been enjoying the show! which characters are your favorite?

Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Nobara Kugisakiiiii they r so sillies i love them a lot...

But.

There is. This one character too.

[grimst4rs]

“hi.”

“hey.”

“aren’t you tired after the game?”

“can’t sleep,” sirius said, kicking his feet up on remus’ bed. “it seems like you’re in the same situation, though. what’s up with you?”

“nothing,” remus muttered, pulling his knees to his chest and hugging his legs, his chin resting on his knee.

“come on, i know you better than that,” sirius tsked, putting his head on remus’ shoulders and lacing their fingers together, an old habit, his touch igniting sparks in remus’ body.

“do you have a cigarette?” remus asked, changing the topic of the conversation.

sirius gave him one of those devilish grins, that only he had, and that made remus’ heart thrum in his chest. then, held out a hand for him. “let’s go sit on the windowsill. otherwise, potter will wake up and complain about the smoke.”

“alright,” remus sighed, watching sirius get up and look through the pockets of the jeans discarded on the floor.

he watched him, a moonlit shadow, open the window, and he took that as a sign to get up and join sirius, his joints still aching. sirius pulled remus next to him, their knees knocking together and sirius’ leg between remus’.

sirius lit his cigarette up leaned forward, awkwardly but with his usual elegance, bringing their mouths close together, helped remus with his. he leaned back against the wall, and remus watched his plump lips wrapped around the cigarette, and how hie eyes were lit up by the dim spark.

“so?”

“it’s stupid.”

“is it, though?”

“mhm.”

“i’m willing to listen to it either way,” sirius shrugged, taking a long drag out of his cigarette, and remus watched it flicker between sirius’ long fingers. “we’re mates, aren’t we?”

“that’s the problem,” remus said, looking away from sirius. “that if i tell you, it will all go down to hell.”

“oh, come on, you’re being dramatic.” sirius grinned, pushing himself up on his knees so that he was sitting next to remus, and so that remus had to turn his head to face him. their lips were so close, and there was a lump in remus’ throat, and his heart was beating so fast, and, and—

“let me do it?”

remus didn’t even know what he meant by that, but he nodded, and sirius’ mouth was pressed against his, their cigarettes discarded somewhere that didn’t matter anymore. and sirius’ mouth was pressed against his, and his fingers were wrapped around remus’ arm, and sirius’ shirt was crumpled in remus’ fist and it wad all too much and too little at the same time and it was addicting and fucking beautiful.

it might have been a few minutes. it might have been hours, or days, or forever, until they broke apart, and sirius laughed. remus didn’t know what they were laughing about, but he joined in, their laughter bouncing through the smoke-filled air.

“why did you do that?” remus asked, and tried to stop himself from bringing his hand up to his lips, to make sure that it was all real.

“just wanted to. been wanting to for a while, actually,” sirius added, and there was something in his eyes that made remus go weak in the knees.

remus hummed, his eyes gliding over to sirius’ lips, which parted into a grin.

“right. well, i—”

“you think i should do it again, don’t you?” he asked, looking at him with a raised brow, and an amused expression.

remus nodded, and sirius cupped the back of his neck, where soft curls were nestled. he pressed their mouths together, again, and remus let himself be guided by him. he let himself be loved, he let himself be held, through cigarette smoke and cold night’s air.

[zishu-arts]

IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS DRAMA IM SO. NORMAL

IM NORMAL ABOUT THEM I SWEARRRRRRRR

[sexynetra]

SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY

Once again idk if anyone here is reading mintyrina but I cannot be stopped 🫡 I’m hoping to finish it soon but we’ll see, the girls keep doing shit

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“I wish I didn’t still love you,” Minty whispered after a moment, finally lifting her head so she could look at Marina. “I don’t want to love you; it hurts too much.”

Marina bit her lip, looking up to meet Minty’s eyes through her dark lashes. “But you do still love me, right?”

“I don’t want to,” Minty repeated stubbornly, curled in Marina’s arms despite her own protests.

“But you do.” Marina’s lips curled into a wry smile. “I love you too. For the record.”

Minty leaned down, connecting their lips in a gentle kiss.

[organised-disaster]

Someone Got Her Grubby Little Paws On A Video Editing Software

Tumblr Is Oppressing Me For Not Letting me Add The Other One

The original image I used for Inessa's internal monologue lmao

Why not beg @randosfandos for attention since nobody's looking

[passthroughtime]

sunday six but i’m built different (no original stuff from this one)

already tagged by @overdevelopedglasses and @four-white-trees, and calling for the rest @jichanxo, @mike----wazowski, @woundedheartwithin, @fire-tempers-steel

have finally made something presentable of chapter 5’s draft, so back to our regularly scheduled programming: a kuwagami fic’s snippet with no kuwagami in sight whatsoever

Kaito scratched the back of his head, “Uh, not much. Our neighbor’s cat ran away. Again.”

Yagami chuckled, “Nothing like a stable source of income, I guess. Though we really should tell her to fix that door’s lock. If her door was closed…”

“Oh, look who’s talking,” Kaito snorted. “Just how many times have people who sure weren’t supposed to be at your office for the sake of your and everyone else’s safety broken into it like it’s not a big deal? Get real.”

Yagami glared at his partner, really regretting now he had one. ‘Not that many’ almost flew away from his tongue, but he decided that he’d rather Kaito focusing on quantity over quality. He shook his head, “Anyway, when we’re done scamming her, I’m gonna call Koizuka-san.”

“Always a softie,” Kaito laughed and stood up to pat Higashi on the shoulder. His display of gentle affection almost bent the man in half.

[alchemiclee]

you've heard of cat in the hat, now get ready for

[poltergeist-coffee]

if someone asks i’ll tell you all about the stupidest radio show au me and vert made with q!slimariana

[azureasterart]

btw i have d8 w de@ th brainrot real bad RN so I've just been drawing gwimmy instead of glamoo. I will draw glamoo I swear they are my babeis and I am getting to a point where I can think of glamoo again man they're so. They're so sweet,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, cries

[biologicalmassofrubber]

Hmmm

[sunlightfeeling]

idk how its even possible but i think im gonna go more insane about 2tk watching Food Fight………

……im gonna need to post clips but i kind of want to watch this through to see if i just want to comp the moments together…..

[eye-of-yelough]

weh .. thinking about varric going back to kirkwall a few months after the corypheus defeat and slater (free marcher) joining him to also go home. with blackwall and sera (exes travelling together and showing each other their homes surely nothing weird will happen)

[misterbitches]

Literally.

the bad thing about watching jack & joker is that it makes little worms in your brain want to watch love mechanics, which is the most frustrating show i've ever watched bar NONE

[adelheidvonschicksal]

The Love and Deepspace Boys Trying to Get You to Sleep ⋆｡°✩

Tags: Fluff, teasing, needy boys, mild sexual content, gender neutral reader (I had to re-write so please let me know if I messed up.)

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Xavier is surprisingly softer than you expected when you first met him on your mission together. He’s an incredibly powerful hunter but possesses a quiet and gentle, almost oblivious, aura when navigating everyday life, like a ghost floating through the space he takes up. It should also be understood that this very nature of his makes him affectionate, so much so, that he won’t unwrap his arms around your waist and stop pressing his head to your shoulder as you sit at the kitchen bar, typing on your laptop.

“Are you planning on staying up later than the stars?” he mumbles.

There’s a gentle yawn against your skin from the sluggish man, highlighting just how long he’s been trying to coax you into going to bed.

“I wanted to finish this report for work.”

“The report will be there tomorrow,” he says. You swat away his hand that reaches for the power button on the laptop causing him to pout. He grumbles. “You should go to bed. Otherwise, I can’t sleep.”

Smiling to yourself, you decide to tease him. “Oh, so you’re really trying to get me to go to bed for your own benefit?”

“Well, you can’t very well expect me to do it by myself anymore.” Xavier nuzzles his head into the slope of your neck, cuddling you. “It’s your responsibility since you ruined my sleeping habits.”

“Ruined?”

“Ramshackled,” he repeats quietly, causing you to giggle. With an airy sigh, he presses his weight into you more. “How do you expect me to sleep when I can’t hold you?”

Defeated, you save your work and close the laptop. You swivel in your chair, enough to meet his eye, and cup a hand to his cheek. It never stops being endearing to you how he cutely closes his eyes and angles his head to snuggle your palm.

“Alright, alright, you don’t have to beg.”

His eyes flutter open, and the smile on his face grows as he wraps his fingers around yours. Carefully, he pulls on your hand to bring it up enough to begin to lace your wrist with affectionate kisses, tracing your pulse.

“I thought you enjoyed my begging.”

“That’s different.”

“It isn’t,” Xavier mutters into your skin, pressing another light kiss.

“It is.”

“So, you're resolute about that position?” he questions “innocently”. There’s something mischievous about the glint in those arctic eyes, which makes your face warm. You find yourself breaking eye contact, or else you’d lose it.

“Yes.”

Xavier chuckles then begins to lead his kisses down your arm. “In that case, care to explain the difference in detail, love?”

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“Sleep.”

“But—”

“Sleep.”

Zayne narrows his eyes at you from his side of the bed. You can’t blame him for being a little annoyed right now but the movie you put on to fall asleep was much better than you expected; and instead of falling asleep, you were more awake than ever at a very late one in the morning.

“I’m almost done with the movie,” you tell him, hoping he’ll cut you a little slack this one time.

“Everyone dies at the end of their own stupidity,” he bluntly states and grabs the remote. The television turns off with an overly loud click, and you pout. “Now, sleep.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you huff. “You’re the worst.”

“I’m fine with that title if it gets you to rest,” he explains with a smooth yawn. “Poor sleep habits lead to bad decision-making later. You’re more likely to develop high blood pressure, and with your heart in particular—”

“I get it. I get it,” you say, wanting to be spared the lecture. Zayne is a good person and a better doctor, but you wish he didn’t worry about you so much just because you might have a little big heart problem. Sighing, you squiggle onto your back and pull the sheets up to your collar, kicking them a little childishly in the process (totally not to let him know that you were not pleased with his spoiling). “I hope you’re proud of yourself.”

“Very.”

Zayne turns over onto his side, away from you, and you frown at the loneliness. Softly, you poke him in the back, once, then twice then a third time before you finally get a hum in response.

“Am I really not getting a good night kiss?”

“Do you need one to sleep?” he asks, his voice deeper from the lack of sleep, urging you to convince him to kiss you even more.

“Duh,” you explain. Slowly, he turns back over to look at you, propping himself up on one arm with a look that says “Is that so” as you continue to ramble. It makes you a little flustered when he watches you so intently. He’s always had this silent dominance that makes you obedient, but you could get what you want from him just as easily with the exact opposite strategy. Cutely, you puff your bottom lip out at him. “There has to be some health benefit to it. Kissing makes people all happy. Happy is good, right?”

It takes a second for him to take in what you say, those smokey eyes closing in on you with thought before he climbs over you. He places both hands at your sides and quickly boxes in your upper thighs with his knees.

“You’re thinking of dopamine,” he says.

“Huh?”

“That makes you “all happy”,” he explains and presses a deep kiss to your lips, leaving you thoughtless and breathless all at once. He moves to your jaw, and you begin to squirm from the pressure of his impassioned lips.

“And Serotonin.”

Another kiss, lower.

“Oxytocin.”

He’s at your shoulder when he starts to nip your skin, and one of his hands moves to ski up the back of your thigh.

“Reduced cortisol.”

Flustered, you grip his arms.

“Zayne, stop, it tickles,” you whine, but it’s the last thing you actually want as he readjusts his position and hovers above you.

His usually neat hair is messier and his breathing a little heavier judging by how his chest laboriously rises and falls. Groaning, you bite your bottom lip as he knowingly leans in and whispers,

“You need it to help you sleep, isn’t that what you said?”

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“Why don’t you just say you don’t love me anymore?”

You look up from your phone screen at the sudden accusation. You’re resting on the couch, your back propped up by the armrest and legs splayed out on the other cushion while Rafayel looks down at you with crossed arms and a less-than-pleased scowl on his face. You’re entirely confused as to what you could’ve done to make him think something like that.

“Huh?”

“You’ve been playing video games for what—the last two hours?” he says, uncrossing his arms to grab your phone. It’s too late to warn him as he glances at the screen, clicking a few times. “What are you playing anyway? An…otome? Sheesh, go ahead and say you want me gone. Come on, tell me you actually hate me.”

Holding in your smile, you shake your head and affectionately roll your eyes. It takes an enormous amount of effort to not laugh as he continues to rant. “So, it’s one of those things. I thought I was actually in trouble.”

And by those things, you mean his dramatics.

“Hush, my complaints are perfectly legitimate,” he demands as he pushes your legs aside and sits on the couch. Leaning over, he flashes the screen at you to show the evidence he has that you’re completely unfair, unfaithful, and downright mean. “What’s this game giving you that I’m not? Are my dashing good looks and even better personality not enough? Is that it?”

Gently, you take the phone from his hand and set it down on the end table. “You’re plenty, perfect even.”

He scoffs and refuses to look at you. “Apparently not. Don’t you ever think about anyone else? What if I want to cuddle with you one day but you’re too busy to notice because you’re playing silly games?”

Ah, there it is. His real want. You never know why he can never just come out and say it.

“Rafayel, do you want me to come to bed and cuddle with you?”

“Want is a strong word,” he remarks but you can see his resolve (can you call it that when he planned to give in all along?) crumbling as he slowly turns back to meet your gaze, “but I wouldn’t be opposed to it. Not that you deserve it or care.”

Humming, you sit up, wrap your arms around his shoulders, and pull him down onto you. Lovingly, you snuggle him, stopping to only take in how red his neck and ears start to get when you squeeze him and start to stroke through his hair. You’re not sure if Lumerians can blow happy bubbles like he claims, but he definitely hums and relaxes his entire body weight to lay on top of you like he wants to sink into your skin.

Teasingly, you coo at him. “You’re so needy.”

“I’d rather say you humans aren’t needy enough,” he fires back as he wraps an arm around your waist and kisses the corner of your lips. “Ah, the sweet taste of victory.”

Giving out a gentle and short laugh, you lightly tap his back. “Go to sleep.”

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