#they’re practically married

[dynatoxinc]

Saw someone on twitter say how this scene looked like Wade was introducing his boyfriend to his mom for the first time, and I want to say, what do mean “looked like.” This was Wade introducing his boyfriend to his mom.

[loki-us]

It’s the casual way Mobius sets his chaotic boyfriend The God of Mischief loose on everyone. Mobius is so attuned to Loki, he immediately knows how he’s going to react, offering him a gentle warning or permission to proceed. And Loki carefully waits for that permission before he acts, implying this is a familiar dynamic that’s been established beforehand.

[touchlikethesun]

furudate keeps releasing “interviews” with the hq boys as they grow up and continue their careers like they’re actual famous sports players and he’s just reporting on their life updates, and i hope he never stops. i want new hq gossip mags to keep getting released periodically until the day i die, furudate i love that you are as insane about these boys as we are never change xx

[graycious-tea]

God I cannot wait for some good bucktommy angst but (and I am so fr right now) if I see a breakup I will be in mourning for the next forever, I don’t think I could handle it I adore them so much. Never in my life have I dreaded seeing angst like I have with this couple

[zsbrainrot]

More Clothing Practice ft. Kazurei ❤️💙

Happy Buddy Daddies Friday!

[vic-does-battlecats]

I’ve seen several things about how Moonpaw has to be a Nightsun kit because of her name being a mix of both of theirs. At first I thought to myself ‘that’s a funny reason. The cats don’t really name their kids like that. Nightsun wouldn’t do that.’ And then I thought about it for a few seconds and came to the conclusion.. No, they definitely would. These two are sappiest most insufferably romantic couple in the series. Cats have to tell them to stop staring at each other. Breezepelt of all people is all ‘STOP TALKING LOVEYDOVEY IN PUBLIC’. They’d do something stupid like this. Thunderclan would collectively sigh and try and move on with their lives after

Drew this on paper and colored digitally for the funnies

[skoulsons]

Joel and Ellie in their living room. Joel and Ellie goofing off on the porch. Joel and Ellie at the tipsy bison when one they have one of those special nights with dancing. Ellie making Joel do some of the moves while they navigate down the street together trying to not step on the others’ toes. Joel and Ellie dancing together :)

[waugh-bao]

“The more that Mick plays [the harmonica], the more differently he sings. Suddenly he starts to sing the way he's playing the harp, phrasing differently, instead of thinking of it as two separate entities, you know... And he played all year. He would do 2 hours a day with Charlie just playing harp, before we'd even come into rehearsal or whatever. And I can hear it paying off a lot in his singing too.”

Keith Richards, 1994

[whoblewboobear]

Porter holding Jace’s hand while he rails him bc they’re in love love

[hopelessromantic5]

To heal my SydCarmy heart, here’s a little clip.

Sending my love

When you’re a chef, the most personal item you touch all day long, is your knife.

Your set of knives, curated by you, molded to your hand, sharpened again and again with your own will to keep going. To keep pushing. To be the best.

A chef’s knives are their coveted tools, the only armor between them and the strangers outside waiting to judge whatever you prepare them, combing through it with their eyes, with their mouths.

One chef does not simply ‘borrow’ another chef’s knife roll. It’s unheard of. It’s extremely risky.

Tuesday night, Sydney Adamu took her set home to cook dinner for she and her dad, which she seldom had the opportunity to do.

Because it was such a rare occurrence and because she overslept Wednesday morning, she forgot the knives on her sprint out the front door.

The realization didn’t dawn on Sydney until she was standing in front of her locker at The Bear, a loud groan leaving her as she pressed the heels of her hand into her eyes, to relieve some of the pressure.

Not only was she an hour late (which was still an hour earlier than anyone else arrived), but she’d forgotten her knives. Arguably the most important utensil in the kitchen.

“Syd?” She heard over her shoulder, approaching closer with light footsteps. “What’s wrong? You alright?” When he finally rounded the corner, concern was etched into his searing blue eyes, bright and warm like mid-July afternoon.

Her stomach flipped the way it always did when he looked at her, stupidly, unprofessionally.

Sydney shook her head to clear those thoughts away, he was too close, he might overhear her.

“I’m good, Chef. Sorry I’m late, slept past the alarm and the shower curtain fell right as I was stepping out and then I get all the way here and I left my fucking knives at home, like an idiot! And I just-“

“Hey, hey.” His tone was soft, pleading. As were his eyes. Unbearably soft.

Suddenly, as if it were his natural instinct, he reached out and touched her. Gently latching his warm hand onto her forearm, caressing it with his thumb.

Sydney stared at him hand for longer than necessary before finally looking up into his gaze. Getting the wind knocked out of her.

“You’re not late. Everything’s okay. I got the paperwork done early, anyway. And if you need help putting your shower curtain back up, I would be happy to help.” He smiled at her, dimples and all, but Sydney knew he was being genuine.

Carmen Berzatto didn’t really do empty words.

She chuckled at him, despite herself, shaking her head.

“I got it back up on my own but thank you, anyway.”

Carmen chewed on his lip, just looking at her before he turned and said,

“Come with me.”

Silently, he lead them into the kitchen, up to expo.

She sent him a question with her eyes

Carmy responded by smiling and placing something heavy and smooth in her palm.

“Here.” He whispered.

She looked down, and gasped.

Damn near dropped the object to the ground. She wound never. That was blasphemous.

Her eyebrows furrowed, surely he couldn’t mean…

“Carm, what-“

“Use them today. I’m used to shitty kitchen knives.” He said this with a shrug, as if this wasn’t something sacred she was holding. As if it wasn’t a part of his being, the way she knew that it was.

Carmen had just placed two tons of trust into her hands, and while she was freaking out and probably not breathing, Sydney was also basking in it.

He trusts me. He trusts me not to fuck up. He trusts me to handle it with care. He doesn’t just trust me with his restaurant, he trusts me with his heart.

She can’t continue this train of thought or she will cry. Right there in front of her EC.

“Thank you, chef.” She whispered.

[thunderon]

obsessed with the gift that my sister’s (currently long distance) boyfriend got her:

[szczylpierdolony]

there’s a huge family fight coming at some point and i’m not even going to be a part of it but it’s already stressing me out

[bigender-cowboy]

THATS AN ACTUAL OUTFIT I WORE ONCE (I went to old stores with some friends and the group accidentally left me because I was playing with old dinosaur toys and then we went and ate at a fancy place)

I’m so silly

[crebbyhermit]

doodle dump bby

[dancedance-resolution]

i feel like i might end up going to dental hygiene school after all

[fatelcved]

thinking too hard about titles and how both cyrillo and kaiya have been given titles of nobility for all the work they’ve done, but i have to read about titles again bc i forgot which one i decided cyrillo was given :’ ))) all i know is everyone who isn’t a vampire is scandalized that kaiya lives with cyrillo and runs his household and isn’t married to him!! she hosts his social events with him and takes care of fundraisers and events outside of the manor!! why!! they cannot get their heads around platonic life partners :’ ))