#they're HUSBANDS

[stuckysimp]

Erik: *is Magneto, terrifying and very much a badass*

Charles: Darling, can you pass me the milk?

Erik: *already scrambling* yes, of course, anything else?

[namelessdumbass]

A match made in Hell, approved by Satan

[makeadealwithdean]

12x10 - deancas being fed-up husbands and sam being sick of their bullshit <3

[s0lairee]

i'm so emotionally fragile right now please note that if i reblog or like ur posts rn i am doing it through tears.

[johaerys-writes]

Everyone told me I wasn't ready for House s06. And they were right. I wasn't. WHO WOULD BE

[batteredrugosa]

Halsin HCs, because I am trying to write some OT3 fic and he keeps evading me, slippery druid.

He watches you as you move around camp, never feels like a menace, or a creep, like Gale sometimes can.  He's just... there.  Sun dappling his face, brightening the red in his hair while he carefully caves the bowl of a spoon. But even as you notice him his hands still and you feel the corners of your mouth pulling into a smile, feel the warmth of his gaze on your skin, meet those hazel eyes, smiling fully now because he just makes you feel so powerful. 

He is a learned man, but his learning is very much through doing and travel and experience.   He knows more about herbs than any herbal that you have ever read.  He has an entire trunk in his tent that is just full of hand mixed carefully labeled teas plus the makings for newer unusual or medicinal blends.  After a single ten day with the group, everyone comes to him to ask for this favored blend or that, even Astarion got caught drinking a cup, though his smelled of grass and iron and was a suspicious color. 

He loves poetry and music but can't sing a note. Sometimes when he thinks no one is watching the hums himself while he works. If you catch him doing so he stops immediately and blushes. He makes you want to sing near him just in case you can trick him into following along. You find Astarion lounging in his tent most nights, the pair of them lost in conversation about poets of their respective youths. You snuck the music box you stole from the goblins into his tent the other day and caught the pair of them in repose, just listening to the delicate chorus both looking more relaxed than you had ever seen them.

When you were in the shadowlands and the whole group of you were plagued by nightmares, he offered you space in his tent just so that you would not have to sleep alone. The next morning, he explained that his magic constantly reached for the pure clean earth and inadvertently acted as a counterbalance to the curse when you were near him. It was then that you noticed how very tired he was since walking into the shadows: his brow heavy, his steps just a little slower. You begin to push a cup of his own energizing brew into his hands after dinner each night, to make a habit of curling up on the cushions of an evening just to share warmth and solidarity while you can.

He hates beds. When you move the camp into the inn after solving that awful murder, you realize quickly that his bed is never used. You find him one night meditating on the roof and offer to share a hookah with him and talk until the worries finally let you go and you fall asleep next to him under the fading near-dawn stars. 

His favorite color is blue. 

He had an owl as a pet when he was a boy, and he mourns the friendship still.  He explains that Thaniel spoke of the owl's happiness in her life and her choices when she left them.  He has not had a special pet since, though there are many many bears that seem to show up like younger siblings- and no wonder considering how much time he spends in animal form. 

His heart is huge, his friends are many but there is shyness to him, a deep tenderness that pulls for comfort and tender caretaking. He is almost always the caretaker in his life; he constantly gets thrown into situations where his choices are taking charge or causing harm and he does what he can, but deep down he is tired and he would like nothing more than for someone else to take charge of the situation and step up. He just wants to follow for a while, to trust. Thats part of why he offered to stay after all. 

[whataboutsimple]

Gabriel: Sunshine, can you take your hand off me?

Magnus: I'm not your freaking sunshine.

Gabriel: Okay, aggressive yellow ball, can you take your hand off me?

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

rewatching 1998 right now and i'm going to be violent about how absolutely fucking GONE jp's tugger is for brentoffelees, like during misto's song tugger is just the absolute epitome of heart eyes, no one else exists besides his magician, and misto constantly glancing back at tugger for those little reassurances because he knows tugger absolutely will hype him up the second he needs him

[osamusbigtits]

kiyoomi watches the needle go in when he gets vaccinated and atsumu feels a little nauseous every time he sees a needle

[thedawningofthehour]

hi! So does Foot Lieutenant think Donnie is actually Gale, or is he trying to kill the turtles?

We are actually going to see more of what the Foot are doing in Book 3 so a lot of questions regarding them will be answered, but as for the Lieutenant-it doesn't matter what he knows. He doesn't care.

He knows Draxum has a super special secret son he's trotted out that his entire deal is now reliant on. He knows the turtles lost one of their brothers. He's heard the conspiracies about them being the same person, but he honestly does not care one single bit whether he is or not. He's a target. He knows his husband is dead, he knows Draxum kidnapped one of his murder daughters, and he knows Galois is a way to hurt Draxum and cripple his empire. He could care less about the rest.

[xxaequitasxx]

Blanket Hog (Sam x Rafe)

Read it here on Ao3! <3

A slight breeze tickled Rafe’s leg hair, causing him to stir in his sleep. His body shivered suddenly, jolting him upright, wide wake for no reason. The room was still dark, the clock read two twenty-three. Rafe rubbed his eyes, his mind till trying to catch up with the fact he was awake. Another breeze this time trailed up his back causing him to shiver again. “Holy shit why is it so fucking cold,” he hissed. Rafe usually slept comfortably in just his underwear, but for some reason someone decided to turn the air conditioner on before coming to bed. 

“Goddamit Sam,” Rafe thought to himself once he realized Sam had turned the air conditioning on before he came to bed. Rafe stood up from the bed and groggily walked over to the unit, turning it off. As he made his way back to the bed he paused on his side, his eyes adjusted to the dark. It took him a second to realize his sleeping beauty of a husband had all the blanket leaving Rafe’s side with not even a corner of a bed sheet. Rafe sighed and gingerly crawled back into bed, scooting close to Sam. 

 Rafe reached his hand up to Sam’s shoulder and shook him as gently as he could. “Mmm, I’m sleeping,” Sam grumbled trying to shrug Rafe’s hand away. “I’m cold, and you have all the blanket Sam,” Rafe tried to argue as he tried to pull the blanket out from under his log of a husband to no avail. He gave Sam a shove waking the taller man with a snort. “What do you want Rafe?” Sam said peevishly. “Uhh, the fucking blanket perhaps,” Rafe said snidely as he made another attempt to pull on the blanket. Sam rolled onto his back pinning more of the blanket beneath him, he stifled a giggle as he could sense Rafe’s frustration. 

“You motherfucker,” Rafe tried to sound madder than he was. He could feel the bed shake slightly as Sam was trying not to laugh. Rafe promptly slapped Sam square in the chest causing Sam out a winded laugh. “What was that for?” Sam laughed as he tried to rub away the stinging sensation on his chest. “Don’t play stupid with me Drake. You’re being a blanket hog, I just want to go back sleep Samuel,” Rafe whined as he flopped down onto the mattress in defeat. He crossed his arms on his chest feigning his upset. Sam shifted on the bed now facing Rafe, in one motion he tossed part of the blanket over his pouting husband. 

“You know, you could have asked me nicely for the blanket instead of acting like a big baby,” Sam teased. Sam’s leg hooked around Rafe’s, and a warm hand snaked its way around Rafe’s waist pulling him towards Sam engulfing him in the other man’s body heat. “Mm, you still love me, don’t you?” Rafe quipped. “Oh, I don’t think I get much of a choice, do I?” Sam replied with a giggle. 

“Oh, don’t even start,” Rafe giggled as he gently jabbed Sam’s ribs with his elbow. Sam laughed and pulled Rafe in for a brief kiss before snuggling against his husband. “You know I love you Rafe, I always do,” Sam said languidly. Rafe chuckled “I love you too Sam”. Sam’s grip around Rafe’s waist tightened in response to his sentiment. Moments passed and Rafe could hear Sam’s soft snores. The warmth engulfed Rafe’s senses and he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. 

END 

[ask-vio-the-purple-link]

Sorry if this is a touchy subject but, what did Vaati do to you?

You don't have to answer! But I am curious.

Vio waves his hands awkwardly laughing.

"The most I'm willing to say about it is that...He sees me as his pet or property, and well...He did experiments on me..."

He lowers his tone at the very end. " Like torture'n stuff"

Blue has entered protection mode in response to this

[artilaz]

They're in love, your honour... 🥺

[adoribullpavus]

i have to go to work but just know i am going to go feral about this wedding as soon as i have time to spare

[where-is-vivian]

giggling kicking my feet in the air rn

[noxunderground]

My main Sonic (inspired!) OCs! Raphael the Porcupine (he/him), and Commander (they/them) :))