#they’re so giddy in this

[bowcard]

will be laughing at this forever

“who wants it?? 😀🤷‍♂️”

[it-wasntaphase]

i am like…unhealthily obsessed with this new d&p era. they just look so genuinely happy, they are literally glowing in every single video. you can tell their smiles are genuine is every video god i’m so emotional over it

[eywaseclipse]

Friendly reminder that we were robbed

[bloodraven55]

miorine canonically being a clingy wife gives me so much life

[ryuusea]

「 With you 」 (always)

[wikitpowers]

[AUDIBLE SOBBING] ˙ ◠ ˙

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

just blokey ways to react to blokey embraces

[catboyidia]

my ffvii ships new years kisses:

- zakkura: zack gets really giddy and excited and kisses cloud as soon as new years hits, flustering cloud really badly in the process but afterwards they both cant help but smile at each other and giggle

- asg: they’re all about to just go for it but then they need to pause for a moment as they realize theres three of them… they debate trying to figure out how to make a three-way kiss work but quickly realize that wont work as they all literally butt heads, so instead they have to debate which pair kisses first and just alternate until they all get their kisses from each other, but it takes quite a while because if its genesis and angeal, sephiroth will get upset, he already feels like the odd one out in the relationship, but if its angeal and sephiroth, genesis will absolutely get jealous and throw a fit, so ultimately angeal takes one for the team and decides to let sephgen have the first kiss, and then they promptly decide to shower angeal with love and kisses afterwards, so he doesn’t feel upset about it

- tsengru: rufus goes in for the kiss immediately but tseng, being the rational one, puts his hand up to stop rufus and looks around to make sure no one else is looking, and once he’s sure the coast is clear he lets rufus kiss him, holding up his champagne(?) glass to block the view of their lips from anyone else (i dont know what people drink for new years or many kinds of glasses…)

- renorude(?): they’re absolutely all over each other, like full on making out, even before the countdown, without a care in the world, even as the excitement dies down and everyone else is done kissing, reno and rude are still going at it, leaving everyone else to just kind of awkwardly stare at the spectacle and just pray that they keep their clothes on

- aerti: they’re holding hands and leaning against each other, and as new years hits they both look at each other and giggle happily, just full of nothing but love as aerith leans in and kisses tifa, even as tifa seems a bit bashful about it

- tuestine(?): reeve is really reserved and nervous about it, but lets vincent lean in for the kiss first and then gently pulls down the collar(?) of vincent’s cape hiding the lower half of his face, making sure vincent’s okay with it first, and then they kiss, soft quick and sweet, though reeve is still a bit of a blushing mess that doesn’t know how to keep himself together afterwards

- valenwind: cid just grabs vincent by his stupid collar and pulls him down and gracelessly kisses him

[honkceasar]

Chip discovering he has magic through using Gillion’s sword still kills me by the way. And then not just having a carbon copy of Gill’s powers but finding his OWN???? SO COOL MAN!!!! And it actually kind of tied back to those times earlier in the campaign where Chip was super fascinated by Gill’s magic and wanted to learn how to do it!!!!! Truly one of the only W’s that boy has taken I love his fire magic I love the tattoo change I love Chip getting to be his own person with his own skills and not trying to be someone else RAHHH RAHHHHHHH IM NORMAL ABOUT CHIP NOLASTNAME!!!

[adrift-in-thyme]

Fairy Time and Fairy Hyrule hanging out? :)

- hero-of-the-wolf

I didn’t expect to enjoy writing these two as much as I do. Alskdldjskdj my precious little fairy boys 🥹

No warnings for this one just some light angst

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“Come on!” Hyrule casts a glance over his shoulder, smiling through the rain that runs down it in unending rivulets. “It’s not much further.”

Behind him, Time pushes aside a large leaf, seemingly unbothered by the water that cascades from it.

“What do you mean to show me, Hyrule?” He asks, eyebrow raised. The blue of his eye, the navies and crimsons of the markings on his face and adorning his wings — they almost glow in this world of mossy greens and stormy grays. “You’ve claimed that it’s ’not much further’ several times since the start of our journey.”

Hyrule chuckles. He clambers up the slippery surface of a sizable stone, wings spread to help him balance. Time follows suit.

“Well, this time it’s true.”

He comes to a halt and straightens, peering through the downpour.

A fond smile lifts Time’s lips. “Is it now?”

Hyrule grins. “Yup. Cause we’re here!” He spreads his arms in presentation and sends water droplets flying in all directions. “This is what I wanted to show you!”

“A fairy ring.”

Time breathes the words more than speaks them. A quick glance at his awed expression and Hyrule’s face splits into a grin.

It was no easy feat convincing the hero to follow him out here. If he has learned anything about Time in the past months, it is that the man takes his responsibilities very seriously. A brief break to tell stories along a long path, or a laugh with the others by a crackling fire — those he will take. But to leave the heroes, to go off and explore of his own accord, is something he is less likely to do.

The rain, however, had proven unexpectedly helpful. Time is inexplicably drawn to it. It’s as though there is something in its endless curtains of slate that only he can see, a call only he can hear.

It had been enough, enough to coax him here.

Hyrule flits down into the midst of the dancing mushrooms, excitement fluttering within him. There is great magic in fairy rings. Magic to bring a Hylian peace or healing. Magic to make a fairy feel whole.

He has treasured his time spent in the ones back home. They have soothed his aching body and soul, provided salvation from harm, brought him joy and good company. And now, he wants to be able to share all of that with the man who he believes is beginning to trust him.

The man who is becoming his friend.

“I haven’t seen one of these in a long time,” Time murmurs, tone distant, fond. He runs a hand over the tops of the delicate fungi, watches as their pinkish spores float lazily upwards. “They’re rare in my Hyrule. Well, in all parts except for one.”

Hyrule sprawls out on the moist grass, stares up into the rain.

“Where?”

He can imagine the slow smile on Time’s face, the almost shy duck of his head.

“Kokiri Forest.”

He comes to sit beside the traveler. His wings waft gently back and forth, sending raindrops dancing out of their natural path. Fairy dust floats around them, enveloping the two fae in a haze of purples and pinks, emerald and blues. Hyrule turns to peer at him through it.

“Kokiri Forest…I don’t think you’ve mentioned it before.”

“I haven’t?” Time’s lips lift in the ghost of a grin. “Ah, well, it was my home. Before Malon, that is.”

He looks up at the sky and the rain cascades down his face like tears. “I suppose, a part of me will always rest there…though I can never return.”

It is silent for a long moment. Then, Hyrule sits up and gently bumps his shoulder.

“You know my favorite part of fairy rings, old man?” He asks, grinning. “No matter how far away you are, no matter how long it’s been, they always make you feel like you’re right back there. Back home.”

Time sighs and it trembles a bit at the end. But he doesn’t pull away from the traveler’s touch. He leans into it instead, if only slightly, and raises a hand to try and catch some of the more energetic pieces of dust.

“Yes,” he murmurs, softly, as the forest sings with the notes of an oddly familiar song.

“Home.”

[mantequillamcwhoremick]

Where’s all the fics where Kenny is giddily and embarrassingly obsessed with Butters helloo

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION FOR YOU. HOW DID ARISUGU MEET?🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤 i am now steadily dragging everybody into this selfship playground hehehehhee ilysm<33 - @teddybeartoji

MICKEY!!!!!!!!……. welcome :3 take a seat :33 have some tea :333 🍵🍪 i’ve been Thinking abt this ask. intently. i got Way too into it btw

i think!! arisugu met in high school!! that makes most sense to me :> i transferred into his class and got attached to him …. pretty quickly probably. LMAO. i can see suguru being the one who gets assigned to show me around bc satoru Cannot be trusted w new students and shoko is a delinquent in the making…. so sugu is probably the one i meet first :3 and then i subtly imprint on him. like a duckling. a little ari following him around bc he has a soft silky voice. and he gets a bit of a soft spot eventually (me and the bad bitch i pulled by being socially incompetent <33)

WITH THAT BEING SAID…….. i see arisugu as The slowburn ever. neither of us are the love at first sight type, so i think it’d take a year or two for us to actually Fall in Love…. a year of getting to know each other on a deeper and more vulnerable level (ON THAT NOTE. late-night talks under starry skies are extremely arisugu coded)… so the feelings are very deep but. even though they’re mutual i don’t think we’d get together until a couple years have passed 😭😭 sugu would get tired of the ”chase” eventually and confess in our last year of hs maybe…. but i am Not Ready to accept his feelings. or my own. and i tell him that.

and so … he waits :’3 (WILLINGLY MIGHT I ADD i just think he’s the type of guy to say ”i’ll wait for you.” and Mean it yk….) until i eventually make the final push in like. our early twenties maybe…. which would mean about five total years of pining?? ish??? i just see it as a very tender, very very slow romance!! kinda like wading into deep water when you’re afraid of it. but by the time we get together we already know and trust each other so deeply that the change isn’t really too abrupt….. though he insists on taking everything at our own pace anyway. sniffle. i adore him (ALSO needless to say i’m not following canon here 🤨🤨 i firmly believe sugu wouldn’t have defected if he had a baby duckling following him around ok)

anyway. that’s how i picture it!! :3 i have Thoughts abt the overall dynamic but i think suguru is just… so patient. and so devoted. and i’m very loyal and also Very Shy. yepyep.

now . 😇 you didn’t ask for this but just as a comparison (<- this is a lie i just spent 2 much time thinking abt this)…. arigojo. i fear it’s a coworkers to lovers kinda deal. i’m Very Much picturing blindfolded gojo specifically and bc of his…. ways (crippling fear of intimacy + opening up) this is also another slowburn. and it ends with something a little less straightforward than arisugu bc i do Not think gojo asks me out…. it’s more of a gradual change yk?? bc labels are scary. but one day i don’t let him eat my portion of kikufuku and he goes ”how could you treat your boyfriend like this ;((” and i’m like . oh ok. so that’s what you are. we’re both losers sadly

ANYWAYYY THAT’S ALL i hope you didn’t run out of tea….. have some more just in case 🍵 as you can tell i had too much fun thinking of the Lore + all three of us are emotionally constipated (suguru too he’s just the most functional) but i hope reading it was enjoyable for youuu <33333 i love them. unfortunately.

[blugerine]

“Because, underneath it all, Crowley was an optimist.”

Because yes, Crowley pulled out all the stops, laid himself fucking BARE to get Aziraphale to stay, to runaway with him, to leave everything behind and start anew. And yes, Crowley was the first to go, to not take Aziraphale up on forgiveness, and "leave" the bookshop "for good".

But underneath it all, Crowley is a believer that love will triumph over all that is bad, and if love is Aziraphale, then maybe, just maybe, Aziraphale will come around and realize he's making a big mistake.

So when he leaves the bookshop, he’s still standing outside, by the Bentley and just noticeable enough if you were to take one step out of the bookshop. And he just remains, and waits, and hopes, and hopes, and hopes. And if there's ever an excuse to just have Aziraphale right there by his side again, it's an opportunity an optimist like him could never waste.

…

And then there’s Aziraphale, doing the same damn thing.

He’s an optimist just like Crowley, and he’s a believer that love will prevail above all else and that his love for Crowley will ultimately make Heaven a much better place than it currently is. He wants, needs, to make Heaven in Crowley’s image, because it was wrong of Heaven to cast Crowley out in the first place, wrong for Crowley to have experienced the trauma of the fall at all. And if Crowley is love to Aziraphale, then shouldn’t Heaven reflect exactly that?

So, he too pulls out all the stops to get Crowley to come with him. He tells Crowley that he is necessary to be by Aziraphale’s side, because Crowley would be his best right-hand man, his muse for everything Heaven will henceforth stand for under Aziraphale’s command.

But when Crowley declines and leaves, Aziraphale remains, and waits, and hopes, and hopes, and hopes, that that the day when Heaven’s been made perfect, like a bed for them to lay comfortably in together, he could go back to Earth and change Crowley’s mind. And then maybe, just maybe, the two of them can finally be up in Heaven again, except this time, they can be forever in peace and in love.

[losersimonriley]

Simon Riley and his mother + headcanons:

Before becoming Anna Riley her maiden name was Jones

She was Welsh

Which is how Ghost’s middle name came to be Rhys. Simon Rhys Riley, a pretty name for a pretty boy

She married that wild Riley boy after only a few months of dating, despite her parents protests and warnings. They quickly found out it was because she got pregnant. They told her never to come back. She didn’t. Riley drug her to Manchester for the music scene and there she stayed until she died. Simon never met his grandparents on either side.

He never learned his mother’s maiden name until filling out applications for the army. Not for the first time, he considered ditching the Riley name—Simon Jones didn’t sound terrible. But maybe those people weren’t much better than his Riley side. He ended up keeping his own out of spite.

He hangs on to a worn out copy of The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh his mum used to read to him (his brother never cared for escaping off to the Hundred Acre Wood,) along with a tiny, raggedy Pooh Bear stuffed animal. Two of the only sentimental things he saved before setting fire to the house.

Her pet name for Simon was honeypot. He was the sweetest little lad. Whose honeypot are you, Simon? She’d ask with a grin. Mummy’s, he’d grin back

Simon never forgave her for staying with their dad. Even after she got clean, even after she died, he could never find it in his heart to be okay with her choosing her husband over the wellbeing of her children. He and his brother went through hell in that house, all because of one sadistic man that their mother couldn’t let go of. He empathises with the troubled life she was cornered into, he really does. But he will never forgive it.

She didn’t have a favourite flower, could never get the damned things to grow in the pots outside the front door. Livening the place up never really worked out. Simon leaves a tiny succulent at her grave each year as an inside joke, a memorial, a gift of enduring love, and maybe a little bit as a fuck you

[agoldengalaxy]

how can I inject this clip into my veins

[mrbingley]

it is the coolest thing ever hearing greg and alex correctly and effortlessly use they/them pronouns for mae.