#this is honestly tooth-rotting

[philly-interlude]

[3:48 PM] "markie..." you cooed teasingly at your boyfriend who's seemingly stressed on writing one of his upcoming song, however, he might've needed an inspiration to do so and you totally know how.

it's been an hour or two since he placed his things on your kitchen table, wiping all the things away from it as he took a peaceful time and you ruined it- not really though. he likes- no, honestly LOVES your existence.

mark sighed and glanced up on your soft features, smiling down on him while leaning on the table with your palm placed on your chin, your elbows standing as support. he raised his brows, "what baby?" he asked, it was breathy, he was tired of sitting and thinking for hours.

you went beside him and gave him a side hug, nuzzling your face on his neck smelling his fragrance that became your favorite scent from the past 3 years you officially became a couple.

mark smiled at this and placed a long kiss on your cheek and closed his eyes at the feeling of your warmth. "stand up" you whispered after pressing a kiss on his jawline, "but-" he almost reasoned but you cut him off somehow, "just stand up and hold me" you demanded softly.

so he did.

if you dance, i'll dance and if you don't, i'll dance anyway give peace a chance let the fear you have fall away

the first stanzas of lana del rey's "yes to heaven" played from your old favorite vintage cassette, both your right hands shared warmth, his left one placed firmly but enough to be fragile against your waist and yours placed lightly on his shoulder.

i've got my eye on you i've got my mind on you say yes to heaven, say yes to me say yes to heaven, say yes to me

you held each other closely, his forehead placed on yours as you stared on each other's sparkling orbs—filled with love and sparks you danced the afternoon storm away.

you come back i'll be right here like a barge at sea in the storm i stay clear 'cause i've got my eye on you i've got my mind on you

he turned you around like a princess with a smile, you giggled as you almost tripped on your own foot, but he held you to avoid it.

say yes to heaven, say yes to me say yes to heaven, say yes to me

as the second chorus stopped a bit, it was as if fireworks exploded behind the background. staring on each other's eyes lovingly, both knew what you wanted. you kissed. him being the one who began the thing.

soft lips against soft lips, it molded. filled with passion and love. nothing, literally just a kiss, but it meant a lot.

if you dance, i'll dance i'll put my red dress on again and if you fight i'll fight it doesn't matter, now it's all gone i've got my mind on you i've got my mind on you

you both pulled away and you placed a quick peck on his nose, "i love you mark lee" you mouthed, "i love you too baby, thank you" he whispered and pulled your body into an embrace.

say yes to heaven, say yes to me say yes to heaven, say yes to me i've got my eye on you i've got my eye on you i've got my eye on you i've got my eye on you.

"i know what i want now, you'll be the inspiration of this song" he giggled and started writing from a scratch and your mouth came agape, "hey! that'll sound cringe, i know you, ew!"

[frnkiebby]

f u c k~🎃

[drarrily-we-row-along]

October 18: “Did you plan for this to happen?”

“Darling, what on earth?”

Harry spun around to confront the voice in the doorway to the kitchen, spilling a bit of batter from the bowl and onto the floor as he did. It was one in the morning, in his defense, and he’d been very contentedly working in the kitchen while his husband slept in their bed. “Oh,” he said, looking around at the counter covered in baking ingredients, a pan of apple crisp already cooling on the sill.

“What in Merlin’s name are you doing?” Draco asked, all soft and sleep rumpled, rubbing his eyes as he wandered in and pulled himself up onto the counter, nicking a chunk of apple from the cutting board and popping it into his mouth.

A soft crunch, followed by a hum and Harry was lost. Completely gone on him.

“You silly goose,” he said, reaching out with his toes to nudge Harry’s thigh, “did you plan for this to happen?” he asked, gesturing at the baked goods waiting their turn for the oven. “Why are you up baking at this hour?”

And Harry blinked at him, didn’t really know, couldn’t really articulate the way the the love in his body got restless sometimes. The way it yearned for an outlet, for the freedom to give itself away. “I get-” he shrugged, gestured with his spatula, “my body-” he shook his head. Tried again, “my heart,” he said softly, “it’s too big for my body sometimes?”

Draco tilted his head, waited.

“I just. Sometimes, I love you and I love our friends so much and I don’t know-” he broke off and shook his head. “It’s too big for my body to hold,” he said. “And what am I meant to do with it all? How can I ever-?” Harry trailed off again, looking at Draco uncertainly.

“Ever what, sweet?” he asked indulgently.

Harry looked down at the batter for the pumpkin roll, then back up at Draco. “My life is so good,” he whispered. “So full of joy and love, so full of people who make it-” he broke off helplessly, couldn’t put it all into words. “And where can I put it all?”

“Sweetheart,” gentle, too gentle, too much love, too much; Harry was far too small to receive that much.

“So sometimes I just start baking,” Harry confessed, hurried on before he got too emotional. “I don’t know where else to put it, so I bake.”

“Come here,” Draco murmured, holding out his arms.

Helplessly, Harry set down the bowl on the counter and moved toward him. Wouldn’t, couldn’t, deny the other man his love when his whole body was so full of it. “I’m a mess,” he said, gesturing to his apron covered in batter.

“Mine,” Draco replied, tugging him closer and wrapping him up tight. “My sweet love,” he pressed a kiss to his temple. “Too good for this world. How could you be so good?” he asked, more to himself than Harry. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Harry replied , and that was the point, wasn’t it? That he loved him so much, couldn’t contain it, couldn’t hold it, couldn’t give enough of it away.

When the oven timer went off, Draco pulled back, “can I stay with you while you bake?”

Harry’s heart, a bursting, bubbling thing in his chest. Too big, too full, too joyful. “Do you want to?” he managed.

Nodding, Draco swiped another slice of apple from the cutting board.

“Alright, then,” he said, helpless and fond, so in love he couldn’t do anything to hold back the way it must be pouring off of him.

“Alright.” Draco smiled back and Harry just let himself exist in all of the love he had.

[meowpupp]

can we please all agree that the new hozier song SCREAMS price and the new recruit for 141

[the-meme-monarch]

"yeah I know you've been telling me you're in pain like every day bc of your cavity but here's a video of someone else who got their wisdom teeth removed and is panicking from the the anesthesia and ‘acting stupid’. I have greatly implied up to this point that I don't want you to get anesthesia or to not remove the teeth at all”

[maehemthemisfit]

imagine cafe au! kazuha where he works behind the counter and notices you working at an empty table. he secretly gives you a cake on the house, and a napkin with his number written on it 🍰🌸

i cant stop thinking about how nice it’d be to recieve free drinks from him ❤️❤️

Oh my god this is melting my heart

But wait hear me out, what if, what if, WHAT IF !!!

you briefly stop by just to pick up a drink (you ordered online beforehand to skip the line), and while kazuha's to the side making your order he sees you and immediately wants to get to know you more... but he's on the clock so the best thing he can think of is writing a little message for you on the cup after he writes your name, and you only notice it after you get home.

It's so silly but just think about you using the order app to communicate to him through the receipts (yk the options where you customize your order- something like that idk how it works but you make it work!)

And every time you stop by he leaves you a message and you guys play 20 questions over cups and receipts ( his co-workers tease him so much about it or just roll their eyes when they hand him the message - scara fr )

im sorry i just love slow burns shfedksdhf

yall eventually get each other's numbers and you really get to know the man who's been paying for your drinks and writing poetry about you on your cups.

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[count-vashula]

dating nowadays feels awful btw it’s so depressing

[acanthemp3]

i cant go more than 3 years without some cruel and unusual fate befalling the exact same molar and we're finally putting it out of its misery as soon as this surgeon can get me in (in like a month) gruesome details in the tags bc i love to overshare

[rampagingnoble]

please don't tell me they did all that adorable, shameless tooth-rotting domestic fluff with a bit of side angst as compensation for what's to come because they'll be going full angst the next episode or so bc rei's father is about to mess things up

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

difference in the ship dynamic i guess

(+ carlo once stole someone's bride and now someone (his lover) is stealing his wife. it's karma)

[shylockgnomes]

Listen. I am trying to upload my fluff for @fluffbruary but the beloved Ao3 has a bit of a sleepy server today…

So content yourself with the front cover for now… and then once the archive is chugging along again I will reblog this and link you all up. I promise.

[clooverhoover]

GUYS WHAT THE FUCK APPARENTLY GOOD OMENS HAS BEEN RENEWED FOR A THIRD AND FINAL SEASON??????????????????????????????? WHAT THE FUCKKK (/pos) LITERALLY SHAKING SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING RIPPING THINGS APART SLAMMING MYSELF AGAINST FURNITURE PROJECTILE VOMITING IN EXCITMENT CRAVING BLOOD AND SHITTING CEMENT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[thebellearchives]

hi it’s the anon who asked about your fav brother again, but now i’m gonna ask about your fav trope! you write a lot of fluff so if you say friends to lovers i won’t be surprised tbh

welcome back anon ~

my fav trope is popular girl x nerd boy hah (it’s my guilty pleasure) (i’ve read an infinite amount of this across the years) (i still haven’t gotten over them)

[halechief]

get it off my desk.

@tahitiwoke

❝  oh, don't be like that, phillip. ❞ it's the reaction she'd wanted, what she'd hoped for when she texted saying : I have a present for you in your office ♡ . he'd arrived in record time, breathing a little hard, and there she was in all her teasing, and hopefully endearing glory - seated smugly in his office chair with her heels propped on the corner of his desk, ankles crossed, her index finger falling to tap the plastic cover of a CD case lying on it. ( So, Peter Gabriel. 1986. and track number two? ) are you ever gonna let that go? ❝  no, i don't think so. you don't need to be embarrassed. in fact, you could be flattered. i had edward escort me into a barnes and noble near the airport to get this especially for you. used my own money and everything. ❞ he does not look flattered, or impressed in the slightest, but there's nothing present in his expression that leads her to think he's really all that bothered, either. he might even like it. she'd be willing to bet on it, actually.

she's laughing now, softly as she stands and sees her way to interrupt him when he opens his mouth, rounding the desk and lifting a hand, tucking her first two fingers into the knot of his tie and dragging it loose without much preamble, hoping he'll bend for her efforts. ❝  come on, baby. i was thinking of you. doesn't that count for something? ❞

[08melancholie]

guys who do i remind you of😇

my friends open drawing requests and i bow my head with shame and avoid eye contact as i ask for the character they Already Knew I Would Ask For

[aria0fgold]

Gonna get the remaining bad tooth extracted todaaaayyyy YAY! This will increase my life quality by a lot.