#they're very precious to me

[shakall]

this art with Tech and Phee has been lying around for quite a long time and I'm too tired to think what to do with the background, so I'm posting it as it is

(and some stuff from twitter)

[salswisteria]

I LOVE MY BOYS🥹🥹

[ninjagirlstar5]

Some doodles I made yesterday ft. my buddy's OC, Hue! @bittersweetbeet

Both sketches came from our chats about Chosen and Mango, and me talking about Teruya and realizing he and Hue have similar (if not the same) issues, whoops. They also love sewing, so this developed into, "Haha, they'd definitely be friends" and now they're discussing fabric and fashion ideas. ^^

The second pic is just Chosen staring longingly at Mango as he talks. :]

[smellsliketeen-cringe]

Beautiful Boy

Contains: body image insecurities Ship: Patrick x Billy, aka kingrove Word Count: 682

They're lying comfortably on Patrick's new bed studying for Mr. Mathison's history exam when Billy shuts his textbook with a loud sigh. Patrick cocks a curious eyebrow at his boyfriend. "What's going in your head, babe?"

"Nothing." Billy always looks stunned whenever he gets called "babe." It's the same face he makes when Patrick kisses him. "I was just thinking, that's all."

"Don't be a stranger. Come back to Earth with the rest of us."

Billy squeezes out a choked wheeze. "You don't wanna hear my shit."

Patrick scoots closer to him with the ghost of a smile. "Wouldn't have asked if I didn't wanna hear it. I'm all ears."

Billy hesitates before he mutters, "Team weigh-ins are next week. It's no secret that living with you and your Aunt Rachel has gotten me all ... soft."

Patrick stays silent, listening intently. There's a definite truth to what he's hearing. Auntie Rae is a great cook, and with Billy now working as a taste tester at her girlfriend Cheryl's bakery, it's not exactly a surprise that Billy's sturdy frame has been pleasantly filling out little by little.

However, the way he says “soft” suggests that he doesn’t view these changes as a good thing. Patrick’s got to tread lightly here. 

“I’m gonna get cut from the team.” 

“Coach would be crazy to do that. You’re one of our best players.” “Not now that I’ll be huffing and puffing when I’m running around the court. I doubt my uniform fits anymore.” 

“You’re still in shape.”

“Round is a shape, isn’t it?” Billy grimaces, poking at his pudgy stomach. 

“I’ll still love you if Coach kicks you off the team.” Patrick tries again. 

Billy sends him a smile that doesn’t meet his somber eyes. 

So Patrick decides to be bolder.

He slips his hand under Billy’s turquoise sweater, and the other boy immediately tries to suck in. “I love you.”

Billy breathes out as Patrick’s hand rubs his chubby side. 

“And I love this.” 

“C’mon, seriously, you don’t have to-” 

"You've never looked more comfortable. More relaxed. This may sound stupid, but I'm happy I get the privilege of seeing you like this."

“A privilege, huh?”

“Yeah. So if eating makes you happy, then don’t stop.” “You don’t think I should cut back or anything?” 

“It doesn’t matter what I think.” 

Billy clears his throat and starts to tug nervously at his collar. 

“What I want is for you to keep being happy. And I really, really think... no, I know ... you’re beautiful.” To back up his words, Patrick begins to headbutt his way under his bashful boyfriend’s sweater. 

“There’s no space. It’s a little snug,” Billy says, bowing his head like it’s something he should be ashamed of. 

“Then why don’t I take it off?” 

“You won’t think it’s nice to look at.”

“It felt nice. Your tummy.” 

“That’s-that’s different!” 

“Your tummy’s gonna be beautiful."

“How do you know that?”

"'Cause it's the rule."

"What rule?"

“Humor me.” Patrick withdraws his hand from Billy’s stomach. For all his disdain towards it, the freckled boy whines at the loss of touch. “You don’t have to take it off if you don’t want to-”

“You can do it. I’ll just shut my eyes.” 

Patrick nods, rolling the sweater up until it rests under Billy’s padded chest. Billy stiffens, holding his hands over his eyes as Patrick admires his lovely, plump stomach. Tiger-like stripes decorate his sun-kissed skin. 

As if he’s reading Patrick’s mind, Billy mutters scornfully, “They’re stretch marks. I look-”

“Just as I thought. Beautiful."

And he kisses each and every one of those lovely marks until Billy stops sucking in.

"Quit squirming."

"I can't help it! Your mustache is tickling me. Damn you, Pat!" he laughs his terrible, perfect laugh, his ocean eyes lighting up more and more with every kiss.

When Auntie Rae comes in to tell them that supper’s ready, Patrick mouths that they’ll be in the dining room soon, just give them five more minutes. 

Fifteen minutes later they stumble out of Patrick’s room with their clothes inside out.

[inejghavertz]

said this about s1 and i’ll say it about this season as well but i love jesper and inej’s friendship so so much

[rexonalapis]

i am unwell what if yoimiya story quest involves aranara

[iccarian]

@fractisouls: [  brush  ]  sender  brushes  /  styles  /  dyes  receiver’s  hair [ Vax @ Vex <3 ]

 ‍ a soft hum resonates from her vocal chords, eyes closed and arms wrapped loosely around the knees that are tucked up to her chest. camp is quiet for the night and vax is deftly reworking her plait before they turn in to rest themselves, and for the moment, with only the low crackle of the fire in her ears, vex feels at a blissful peace.

 ‍ until a piece of hair is tucked just so that it pulls sharply near her temple, and a small hiss interrupts the tuneless song. 〝 ow. asshole, 〞 she grumbles half - heartedly, leaning forward to plant her chin atop folded arms. still; it's nicer than she'll admit to have someone else — that she trusts — do her hair, especially when her fingers are stiff from the draw of her bow. vax'ildan has done this since they were children, and it always brings about an echo of the comfort that is long buried. the vibrant smile of their mother, her nimble seamstress fingers working through their hair before bed. they all three shared the same dark, long, thick locks.

 ‍ quietly, she inquires, 〝 do you want me to do yours, after? 〞 gods know how tangled his gets, blowing around most of the day.

[canisalbus]

Real fan art is coming one day, but for now I really wanted to see if it was feasible to simplify their gradients into something that would fit a simple style like Bluey’s 😅

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[mangeur-detoiles]

LUCY & KATE | NCIS HAWAI'I 3x04

6 tips to make your (fake) honeymoon extra special by Lucy Tara and Kate Whistler

[naamahdarling]

Years and years ago I was at a Walmart in the middle of the night and a couple had almost gotten through checking out an enormous cart of baby stuff when the computer system crashed and they had to go to the back of the long long line I was already in and they looked so tired at the idea of doing it all again. I turned around and saw that they had the baby WITH THEM.

No no no I was not having that.

I called them up and insisted they take my place in line so they could get home. They were so relieved I thought the mom might cry. I stayed there to talk to them as a buffer between them and the people behind us in case anyone got kind of mad that my two items had turned into like 50, but nobody did.

I was dumbfounded when the mother full-on handed me the baby to hold. Like "There is no other way to show gratitude so I will give you a few minutes of holding the most precious thing in the world to me." The baby was very new? I know nothing about babies, I've held maybe 5. But I remember the mom telling me how old the baby was and me thinking someone shouldn't have to be up and around so super soon after giving birth, so probably only a couple of weeks old. And the baby was so, so sleepy and so small, not crying, just nodding off, and she was so incredibly perfect in every way. I was holding a whole-ass human being I had never met and she was asleep and not even looking at me, but I was looking at her? Wild. Then they were done and I gave the baby back and wished them well and moved to the back of the line and that was that.

And I say all this not because I did a good thing and want to be told I am good or whatever, I think lots of people would have done the same if they had noticed this happening, but because I think about that baby so often. At least once a month. I don't know why.

And I have spent most of the time since then trying but unable to remember her name. Tonight I finally remembered it, and I just really really hope Dakota Riley is doing okay.

It's weird what sticks with you. It really really is.

[littlelightfish]

Mr. & Mrs. Folke

[ruporas]

pet names

[ID: Black and white comic of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. Vash overhears a conversation from a nearby table at the restaurant they're seated at, the unnamed character saying, "Honey, can you pass me that?" Their partner says, "Sure thing, angel." The unnamed character begins again, "Say, did you hear the news from earlier?" In response, "Haven't got the chance. Tell me about it?" Vash smiles fondly, listening in as the conversation continues, "You'd never guess, babe! The runner--" Abruptly, the conversation is cut in by a "Needle nogging", Vash's expression changing instantly and no longer smiling. The panel cuts to Wolfwood who smiles lop-sidedly, pointing at Vash's plate and says, "If you're not going to eat that. I'll take it." Vash grabs the plate and holds it away and says, "Mine" while Wolfwood clicks his tongue. He pauses for a moment before asking slowly, "Hey, is there any reason you don't use cute names with me?" Wolfwood lifts a cup of water up to his lips, looking confused. He says, "I do though." Vash cuts in, "Spikey and needle nogging aren't cute!"

Vash continues with a shy expression, "Since we're together now..." he trails off and Wolfwood picks up, taking a sip of water as he says thoughtfully, "Together, huh..." Vash pauses in his sentence with a look of confusion before reaffirming, "We are together, right?" Wolfwood nods, "Right." Vash says, "Right", before continuing, his shy expression returning, "Then you can use stuff like... honey or-" Wolfwood cuts in this time and says casually, "You're not a honey though." A panel cuts of Vash's expression changing again, shocked. He asks, "Huh? Then who is?" Wolfwood says immediately, "Milly." Vash exclaims, "Milly?!" Wolfwood continues, "She's sweet, just like honey." A bubble pops up of Milly smiling as Wolfwood speaks. Vash continues, "Okay, true... What about sweetpea?" Wolfwood responds, "Kids. Kids are sweetpea. And pumpkin too." Vash continues, "Okay... What about baby?" Wolfwood says without hesitation, "Meryl." Vash exclaims again, "Meryl?!" Wolfwood explains," Noisy, like a baby." Vash mutters, "Hey, that's a bit mean..."

Vash continues persistently, "Then what about babe?" Wolfwood shrugs with a grin, "You are not a babe." Vash looks at him, slightly frustrated before exclaiming with flushed cheeks, "Then what am I?!" Wolfwood points at his hair and smiles softly, "I told you. You're the one and only needle nogging." A panel closes in on Vash's widen eyes, cheeks still red, pausing before he ultimately resigns, planting his face into the palms of his hands and muttering, "I give up..." At the same time, Wolfwood sneaks and grabs the plate of food that Vash left unattended, saying in response, "You get up cuaght up about the dumbest things, y'know that?"

The comic then picks up again to a jump in time, after they've left the restaurant. Wolfwood muses to Vash, "You said all that about the names earlier, but I don't hear ya using them for me." Vash looks to him excitably and asks, "Did you want me to?" Wolfwood looks at him with an uncertain expression, "Not really, but I guess I am curious..." Vash beams, "Then let's try some, okay... dear?" He fingerguns Wolfwood with a grin, little hearts surrounding him. Wolfwood just looks at him neutrally and says, "Okay," while thinking to himself, "Cute..." Vash exclaims, "So unenthusiastic!"

The next comic picks up at a different time, but on the same theme of pet names. Vash hugs Wolfwood and says to him, "Thank you, my love." A panel close up of Vash steadily opening his eyes before he sees Wolfwood's reaction up close, his eyes glancing away, cheeks flushed, and the smoke out of his cig forming soft hearts as he mutters, "Sure..." In a smaller, cartoonish style, Vash has a comedically exaggerated expression of shock and widened eyes as he grips Wolfwood by the shoulders while Wolfwood still wears a shy expression. He then nudges his head to the side of Wolfwood's with a close eyed happy smile, hugging him close and says, "So, there WAS one you liked!" Wolfwood, still looking away, but now with an irritated and embarrassed expression, grumbles, "Shut up..."

The final image is a short sequence. Wolfwood is working on something, spacing out as he does, while Vash from off screen calls for him, starting with "Babeeee? Babe? Beautiful? Honey? My love?" All of which gets no reaction from Wolfwood. Vash pauses for a moment before piping up again, "wolfwood?" Wolfwood turns around, finally noticing that Vash was calling for him and asks, "What?" A box at the bottom of the page says, "Unresponsive to anything other than his names." END ID]

[eepy-bells]

I just want them to be together whenever they end up😔

[lunarin64art]

That feeling when he can't stand to see you that way, no matter what you do, no matter what you say😩😭💔

[static-radio-ao3]

@jegulus-microfic // january 24 // prompt: dinner // words: 388

“James Fleamont Potter,” Regulus yells. He didn’t intend for it to be a yell, but his nerves got the best of him. “I want to declare my intentions for you!” He thrusts forward a bouquet of flowers. James’ eyebrows furrow as he tentatively reaches for them

It’s a sunny winter day, crisp and cold, but made bearable by the way sunlight crashes down on them. James looks radiant, Regulus thinks. Then again, he always thinks James looks radiant.

“You wanna do what to me?” James asks, bringing the flowers up to his nose, sniffing.

Regulus doesn’t know what to do with his hands now that he’s no longer holding something. He ends up tucking them behind his back, so James can’t see him fidgeting.

Regulus takes a deep breath. “I want to court you.”

“Court? Like date?”

The words bring a flush to Regulus’ cheeks. Date. He could date James Potter. Be his boyfriend, if things go well. Merlin, he hopes things go well.

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you just say that?”

“Because that’s not how it’s done. Pure Blood Tradition mandates that I declare my intentions, speak with your father, call at your house and then have the honor of escorting you to a planned activity or event outside the home that might please you,” Regulus rattles off.

He’d practiced for weeks. In front of the mirror, under his breath during breakfast, on his way to classes. Barty and Evan had teased him relentlessly, but Pandora had told him it was sweet. Had offered pointers, even.

“Yeah? You gonna wine and dine me, Regulus?”

A cluster of students passes by them. Some cast glances their way, but most don’t pay them any mind, simply heading back to the castle.

“I can take you to dinner, if you’d like that, yes.” Regulus straightens, squaring his shoulders. He hopes he’s exuding confidence. He needs to show James he is capable and dependable and a good match. James, who always takes care of others, deserves someone who takes care of him too. Regulus wants it to be him.

“It’s a date.” There’s a bright smile on James’ face, but he tries to hide it behind the flowers. Tucks his chin closer to his chest, buries his nose in the bouquet.

“So you mean—”

“Yes, I accept your intentions to court me.”

[meaty-bones]

Until further notice, I will be referring to this thing as Beetle. Why? Because it's cute