#this is so fucking cheesy

[qcomicsy]

THERES NO WAY BERNARD GAVE TIM A NECKLACE WITH HIS INITIAL IN IT

[blackfangedreaper]

December. The month he;

Saved my life, with just his smile.

[pathetic-men]

paul insisted they send out cheesy christmas cards <3 alph would never admit the stockings with their initials on them were his idea

[captainopossums]

I cant fit the whole world in my hands. Do you want to know why?

[jxebum]

ahhh i have 100 followers !!

i know that’s not a lot compared to other blogs but it feels like a lot to me so i just want to say thank you ♥

joining this fandom has been nothing but positivity and happiness for me and it’s all because of ahgases, you guys make this such a great community to be a part of

ahgase forever ♥

[liarsadvocate]

💏 in case I didn't send one earlier ❤

Maybe for a kiss…? // ACCEPTING

2… goodnight. 

A particular detail which caught Kokichi’s attention wasthat Kaede’s voice sounded like music itself. He doubted many people thought ofit like this, but the more he listened to her speak, the more he felt like hergentle voice was creating its own harmonic melody. Steady, soothing andcolourful, utterly pleasant to listen to. She had described a similar feelingtowards his voice a while ago, as if the sound of it perfectly fit his playfulnature. It was a detail he had never noticed about himself but was quick tospot when it came to Kaede.

Maybe that was because he felt ridiculously comfortablearound her. They were spending time in her room on her bed, talking aboutmeaningless topics, after she had presented him another breath-taking pianopiece. Kokichi always watched her hands move so quickly and create theprettiest sounds in awe. Every time, he felt so energised afterward. Sometimesthey butted heads, sometimes she just couldn’t get him, sometimes he got toomuch enjoyment out of teasing her and wrapping her tight in his lies.

But in this moment, she was gazing at him with a warm spark shiningin her lavender eyes and a tired, but content smile lingering on her lips. Itkindled a flame inside his heart. One that bore no threat to destroy but apromise to keep him warm no matter how cold he was feeling. A light that shonebright enough to offer him safety in the deepest, darkest night. Kaede didn’t causehis heart to feel passionate and wild, although that was what he had initially expected,but he felt like he was always drawn towards her protecting embrace. Maybe thiswas what one would call loyalty and a wish for devotion. While he offered her achallenge to grow as a person, she made him feel safe enough to slowly revealhis true colours.

For this reason, he felt the need to show her some of herown kindness. As always, this was an indirect, subtle way to express his feelings,but he was hoping she knew how much meaning this act carried.

“Akamatsu-chan should lie down, alright? I’m gonna make sureyou can sleep well tonight… so just trust me and close your eyes, nishishi…~!”

Despite it sounding ominous, she finally complied. With herbody resting under the thick blanket and her blonde hair spread across thepillow, she gazed at him one last time before her lashes fluttered shut. Kokichiwas sitting next to her on the sheets, with his hands folded neatly in his lap.

She looked pretty like this. With one last deep breath, heovercame his faint nervousness and finally realised his plan.

Kokichi’s voice started to create a melody within the silentroom. She had never heard him sing before.

“That night, obscured by black darkness… I didn’t wonderabout your blurry face that I didn’t see clearly…no expression suited you and Ijust didn’t care to know~!”

While singing, he observed her expression curiously. Hisvoice was surprisingly soft, unique, but not in a bad way. A certain sadness combinedwith immeasurable warmth made the melody come to life and she found it to bemore soothing than anything else.

“That night, mixed in with black darkness… I didn’t wonderabout murmured words that I didn’t hear clearly… no words suited you, I justdidn’t care to know~!”

Slowly, a welcoming darkness enveloped her senses. She couldfaintly feel Kokichi’s hand resting on top of hers. But she was caught in ahazy state between being asleep and awake, so she let it happen withoutresistance. Her breath slowed down into a steady rhythm.

“Sometimes I think about us… walking together, side by side,like that night… like that night, I still don’t wonder what you were thinking…~”

Within the moment where she was about to fall asleep, agentle touch on her lips finally sent her off to the land of dreams. Kokichi’ssoft lips, snug and warm against hers, in a tender touch that was sure to bringher the sweetest rest she could wish for. He felt his heart thumping in hischest and his cheeks burn throughout it all, until he finally parted from herand tried catching his breath.

Kaede was asleep now. He really hoped that she wouldn’t mindtheir first kiss being like this. Though, he was hoping even more she wouldforget until she woke up.

Even if the peaceful expression on her face made his heartswell.

[izzym-art]

How would a typical modern day date go for Athelas and Solas? ;)

Modern day date eh? >:D

They usually go on dates during weekends. They’d wake up (pretty late, they’re both not morning persons), shower together (conserve water s:>), and have brunch at their local bakery. Then it depends, whether they just want to have a stroll in the park, go on drives, watch a movie, or visit a library cafe and just chill, but together, yknow? As long as they’re together, it doesn’t matter where they go!

Come evening, Solas usually offered to cook something, her favourite food maybe, for dinner and she’d prepare the drinks since she’s good at it. She doesn’t drink, but out of courtesy she’ll always ask if he wants some alcoholic beverages. More often than not, he declines, because he knows she can’t stand the smell of alcohol and he doesn’t want her to make any. But mostly because he wants to enjoy and remember every night he spends with her. 

After dinner they’d catch up on things, chat with each other with a little bit of snuggling ♥ after that, the bedroom they go for some sweet sexy time! >D

A little bit boring, maybe, but honestly Athelas wouldn’t want anything grand be done on their dates. Once in a while is alright. She’d rather spend time with Solas ♥

[werepires]

To all the new artists who follow me, a message of encouragement: Keep practicing. Art takes a lot of time and effort but when you look back in a few years and see how far you've come it's totally worth the wait ✨

[glutenfreeharold]

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[celestialmarks]

per a friend’s request, oiyama sleepover headcanons by @millecrepe and i! crossposted on twitter

so yamaguchi and oikawa are at the same university and they have been friends for a while, but yamaguchi has never stayed for the night in oikawa’s small flat before.

they have been harboring feelings for each other for a while, but neither of them has quite faced it or planned to confess. they trust each other enough to know that rejection would not damage their relationship, but it would change things and they were both a little afraid of that, because what they have is… comfortable, and frighteningly important. (but of course everybody else knows what is going on)

anyway, they go to the public baths together, there is some… sweating on both sides -- obviously it’s pretty common and they’ve seen each other in the locker room often but you can bet there are still sneaky glances and ohmygodwhyishesohandsomewhatnoi’mblushingbecausethebathisreallyhot (oikawa) and don’tstaredon’tstaredidheseemestaringmywillpowerisbeingtested (yamaguchi)

there are some awkward silences because both of them are trying really hard not to be too obvious (cough) but they fall back into old (easy) rhythms eventually.

they both go back to oikawa’s small flat, they drink light beers (they are both old enough) and look at the city lights (except when they aren’t, exactly), and they talk, about volleyball and the future and about smaller things, like lost keys and traffic and what kind of warm beverage is the best -- it doesn’t really matter, or maybe it all does.

they go to sleep -- of course oikawa offers yamaguchi the bed, yamaguchi declines, and none of them relents, until oikawa gives up because he envisions the upsides of such an arrangement.

namely, that he can fall asleep counting the freckles on yamaguchi’s face, feeling warm and content. and so he waits for yamaguchi to fall asleep, and lets his hand hang slightly from the bed, as a way to feel closer to him, to ask for a touch he isn’t daring enough to instingate just yet.

except yamaguchi is not falling asleep, either. in fact, he’s been staring at oikawa’s hand for a while, and he eventually touches it lightly with his own, thinking that oikawa is asleep.

oikawa is very much not asleep. oikawa jumps when yamaguchi touches him and it’s an incredibly embarrassing moment for them both. they’re both thinking the other must think they’ve been a creep. yamaguchi wonders if he has gone too far.

EVENTUALLY oikawa tries to play it cool, all “ah, can’t sleep either?” and yamaguchi is like “,,,, yeah”

they start talking, and yamaguchi is babbling about oikawa’s hands, trying to justify his own actions because he still feels anxious, meanwhile he is only digging a deeper hole for himself, really.

“it just seemed really soft, i was curious.”

oikawa is both completely smitten and in disbelief about the whole thing, but he’s still trying to save face so he says something like “ah, yes, as a setter i take really good care of my hands, of course.”

which results in yamaguchi grabbing his hand again, i.e. some brief but intense internal screaming. fortunately the conversation is safely directed towards volleyball again for a little while (yamaguchi: “oh, yeah. i remember kageyama used to spend a lot of time taking care of his too, isn’t it too much of a bother?” oikawa: “not really, it’s just a matter of habits, and it’s far from being the most demanding one volleyball entails.” yamaguchi, smiling: “yeah.”)

they’re talking and talking and yamaguchi is not letting go of oikawa’s hand, he is even touching -- almost caressing -- it, and examining it while he talks. it is incredibly distracting, but as oikawa gets used to it, it gives him enough courage to try and make a move (aka, a wild smugkawa appears)

he brushes the back of his hand against yamaguchi’s cheek and asks if his hand is, in fact, soft. it’s really too bad the room is too dark for oikawa to see yamaguchi turn bright red at that. he is uncertain about yamaguchi’s very sudden stillness and a bit overwhelmed, so he leaves it at that (so long, smugkawa) BUT

yamaguchi’s mind is going in different directions at once -- he thinks that oikawa’s hands are not soft, but rough and strong and very warm, and he has to refrain himself for grabbing the hand and bringing it back up to his face, and-- “can i hold your hand while i fall asleep?” is what he ends up blurting out.

and that is when oikawa’s brain short-circuits, everyone, he just exclaims: “I LIKE YOU, YAMAGUCHI TADASHI”

(smoothest person on the planet, Right There)

apparently oikawa’s brain really does hate him in that moment-- or maybe it’s the beers, the late hour, the memory of the feelings of yamaguchi’s cheek against his skin or flashs of what he saw at the baths, or the weeks (months) of pining, or everything meshing together -- because he adds: “YOU CAN SLEEP IN MY BED AND HOLD MY HANDS IF YOU THINK THEY ARE SOFT”

yamaguchi bursts into laughter.

he joins him in the bed, and whispers in oikawa’s ear “i like you too, oikawa tooru.”

and they kiss a little, a bit sloppily, softly. they mostly snuggle, because it’s been a lot in one evening, emotion-wise. yamaguchi ends up kissing oikawa’s knuckles and oikawa mutters that he’ll never be able to fall asleep if yamaguchi does that -- yamaguchi laughs, and oikawa smiles.

they just hold each other, waiting for their heartbeats to settle, for the quiet of the night to seep through, so they can find sleep. they will talk in the morning. they’re a messy tangle of limbs, somehow more comfortable with close proximity than they had both thought possible, and miraculously shift in their sleep without waking each other up.

oikawa (who is not a morning person any more than yamaguchi is, but makes efforts when he has to) wakes up early, prepares coffee and a whole speech in his head. he has regained his composure, he is calm, he is ready for this -- until yamaguchi wakes up, with bedhair and sleepy eyes, and smiles at him like he’s the best thing he has ever seen and he goes very still (so he does not shatter his cup.) he thinks it’s unfair, and says so, because he’s put all this effort into looking good and-- and yamaguchi smiles and says oikawa always looks good. in fact, he thought it was unfair the moment he woke up and saw oikawa looking all perfect with coffee and breakfast ready for him, and, god, they are both so gone.

[jenni41]

Kisses

It’s a few days after Valentines Day and Keith buys himself a bag of discount Hershey Kisses. He puts them in his fanny pack and randomly pops one in his mouth throughout the day.

Lance notices and wants one but won’t just ask for one like a typical person, choosing instead to lay on the flattery to see if Keith will offer him one and hoping Keith does so in a way he can make some sort of joke out of it.

Lance’s flattery goes on most of the day until Keith is like, “WTF, Lance. Why are you being so nice to me. It’s weird.”

Lance finally decides to ask, “I was kind of hoping I could have one of your kisses?”

Keith forgetting that he has chocolates in his pocket, blushes and gives a skeptical, “Really?”

“Ya. I’d like a kiss.” He looks at Keith with an odd combination of confidence and pleading, “Please.”

After a moment of hesitation, Keith throws caution to the wind, and plants a kiss on the side of Lance ’ s mouth. Not on the mouth completely, but a cheek kiss with more mouth than intended.

It is Lance ’ s turn to be shocked.

“I-I-I meant one of the chocolates you have stashed in your pockets but ok.”

“WHAT?” Keith turns bright red and grimaces.

“I can see now why my request may have been confusing.”

Keith looks like he is in pain, “This never happened, OK!?!”

The first to regain composure, Lance chuckles and looks at Keith with a shit eating grin. Then laughs harder.

Keith starts to chuckle too but also kind of looks like he might cry.

“Hey Keith.”

“Yes.”

“I still didn’t get a chocolate.”

Keith relaxes a bit. Just maybe Lance won’t make this weird but he doubts it. He reaches in his pack and pulls out one foil wrapped chocolate kiss and gives it to Lance.

“Here.”

Lance twists open the chocolate’s wrapping and pops it in his mouth. He smiles and moves a little closer to Keith.

As he savors the chocolate, he smoothes and twists the little paper pull tab between his fingers and contemplates the meaning behind Keith’s kiss.

Maybe Keith didn’t hate him after all. He definitely didn’t hate Keith. He kept Keith at distant because if he was being honest with himself. Keith made him feel funny. An odd fluttery feeling in his stomach funny. Maybe he made Keith feel funny too. That kiss felt surprisingly nice though.

So nice, he’d like to do it again.

But should he risk it?

He looked down at his hand. The word “Kiss” was scrawled repeatedly in tiny blue font on the itty bitty piece of paper wrapped around his pointer finger. Lance took it as a sign.

“Hey, Keith.”

Keith turns his head towards Lance but does not meet his gaze.

Lance lifts his chin. “Thanks for the kiss,” he says and kisses Keith fully on the mouth.

“I have plenty more,” Keith replies when the break away.

“Good. I like kisses.”

[layxvodka-blog]

imagine sehun

imagine ice skating with him, his grip on your hand was tight so that you wouldn’t fall. you start skating around until you lose your balance. a swift movement and he catches you by your back. you smile in embarrassment, causing him to kiss you on the lips and say “i’ll always catch you when you fall”

[car-a--madison-blog]

a mother’s love - self para (family week)

Stephanie watches her daughter carefully, because the rug she’s decided to play on is close to Logan’s chair. 

She’s too young to have a sense of caution about these things yet. She’s learned she can’t be too noisy or touch certain things or pull on Logan’s hand and ask him to read, but she hasn’t developed, necessarily, a fear yet. As terrible as it sounds, Stephanie wishes she would. Of course, she shouldn’t have to– no one should have to fear their parents– but even Stephanie takes precautions. He isn’t as gentle as he was when she met him. He doesn’t smile– ever, really. He’s simply become a miserable man who never rarely leaves his chair. Luckily, Cara knows not to try to get up into said chair. On one rare occasion that it was empty– perhaps he had been in the bathroom– Cara had heaved herself up into it, and Stephanie had been there to pull her out of it. She could see she was confused (and had every right to be), but she’d never tried to take up residence there again. She figures Cara knows the rule applies when it’s occupied, but she watches closely anyway. Cara’s stuffed whale seems to be enjoying his ride on an empty beer can– or at least, Cara is amused. Maybe it’s the sound the soft aluminum makes against the rug, or maybe it’s the sudden fun that comes out of the commonplace object that constantly litters the floor. Stephanie is becoming so overwhelmed by everything wrong with the picture that she barely notices the smile leave her daughter’s face. Logan, apparently, was not as pleased with the new purpose of the can, and has taken it out from under the little whale. Stephanie feels the room turn to Jell-O around her, unsure of how Cara will respond. She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth and chews on it for a moment before looking back to her whale. It still has a smile on it’s face, so she decides he’s okay and so is she. Stephanie tries not to make her relief too obvious. Instead, she gets up and throws away the beer can, ignoring the way Logan looks at her and shakes his head– as if she’s going to put her hand on her hip and say, ‘I know, right? Playing with a beer can, how obnoxious. Ugh, kids!’ She doesn’t even meet his eyes. She wants to run over his testicles with a steamroller, right at that moment, for not reaching down and playing along with her. When she comes back from the kitchen, she knows Cara has heard the trash can shut, because her eyes are wide and she’s holding the whale close to her body, like she can’t believe she would throw away her toy. Stephanie picks her up and carries her into her bedroom, closing the door, where she makes the whale talk in a very deep voice about how Logan is just grumpy and mean. Cara laughs uncontrollably, though she doesn’t quite understand what her little blue friend is saying. 

Cara is six when Stephanie first hears her say it. Fuck. It’s only one syllable, but she kneels down and grabs her shoulders. “What did you say?” She demands, looking around to make sure Logan didn’t hear it. Cara’s eyes get wide, and she repeats the word, stuttering a little. At first, Stephanie is upset– she’s a little girl; she shouldn’t be cussing yet. But as she looks at her face, which is getting increasingly concerned, she relaxes. She doesn’t realize that what she’s said is considered bad. After all, it’s only one syllable. “Where did you hear that?” Cara bites down on her lip for a moment before pointing into the living room, where the TV is loudly broadcasting a game of football. “The TV? You heard it on TV?” Cara shakes her head and looks around for a minute, even craning her neck to see behind her. She leans close to whisper, “Daddy.” Stephanie sighs and drops her hands from Cara’s shoulders down to her tiny wrists, holding them and her little girl hands gently. “Okay. Well, Daddy shouldn’t have said that. It’s a bad word, and I don’t want you to say it anymore, okay?” “Why does he say it?” “Because he’s not very polite sometimes. That word is only for when you’re really, really angry, or something so bad happens, you’ll just… explode if you don’t say it, okay?” A ghost of a smile is creeping onto Cara’s face, and she nods. “Okay.” After that, she doesn’t hear her say it for a long time. She almost slips a few times, but quickly corrects it. Maybe she doesn’t want to disappoint Stephanie, or maybe she just doesn’t want to be like Logan. Either way, Stephanie smiles every time she catches herself. But when she’s thirteen and Logan hits her, making her nose bleed, she finally says it again. She doesn’t say it like she did when she was six. She’s figured out how to lace venom through each letter, so he’s taken aback when she spits out a “fuck you,” and turns on her heel. Stephanie sees it from her bedroom doorway and grins. She won’t lecture her this time. 

Stephanie stares across the table at Logan in disbelief. He’s come to see her at the hospital, and tells her about how he went to go visit Cara in California. She wants to throw the spoon in her ice cream at his face, but she thinks she’s close to getting released, and she doesn’t want to jeopardize that. “…and she was like, get the fuck out, and telling me she didn’t ever want to see me again. I think that’s pretty fucked up. I went to see her ‘cause–” Stephanie cuts him off with a “stop!” and he frowns. She shakes her head at him. “Don’t you see why she doesn’t want you? Or are you seriously that blind? Or conceited? You fucked up her childhood. You made her feel like dirt under your feet. She doesn’t want to have you around.” Logan is getting defensive now, and pounds his fist on the table. “I didn’t fuck anything up, she–” “She what? She fucked it up for herself? By having a vagina? Oh, I don’t think so. You were cruel to her. You shut her out. And then you left her with me at the worst part of my life. I was sick, and you left her to deal with me, and I hurt her. I tried to kill her! Wouldn’t that have been convenient for you? No more money or time wasted on your only daughter, huh? She didn’t want to see you because you taught her she was a burden. Now she’s free, and so are you, so you don’t have to go bother her or bother with her. Celebrate.” Logan, for the first time ever, doesn’t have anything to say. Finally, she asks, “Have you been drinking today?” She knows, based on the look on his face that says none of your business. She waves a guard over. “I think you need to check his blood-alcohol content. I don’t know if it’s safe for him to drive home. My husband’s a huge alcoholic.” He goes into some kind of rage, but she’s already walking away. 

She smiles as she signs out, thanking all the nurses one last time, and promising to visit. (And take her medication.) She has something else on her mind now, though, besides coming back to see everyone. She needs to go see her daughter. As soon as she’s in the car, she puts the airport into the GPS and drives as fast as the traffic will allow. She can’t believe there’s a seat available, considering the Thanksgiving rush, but she’s on a plane within three hours. She knows she should sleep so she has plenty of energy for the visit, but she can’t help but worry. What if Cara isn’t happy to see her? She definitely wasn’t pleased with Logan. However, the stuffed animal and copy of A Little Princess left by her bed in the hospital suggest that she isn’t angry. She pulls the plush penguin out of her bag and uses it as a pillow against the window. Finally, the wheels hit the runway, and it’s all Stephanie can do to stay in her seat until she has permission to get up. She wonders what she’s agreeing to as she signs for the rental car, but doesn’t have the patience to read it all. She’s thankful for the lack of traffic in this state, or at least, this city. The needle on the speedometer doesn’t dip below 70 all the way to the hospital. She meets a few people before finding Cara, but they only add to her excitement, because they seem to think Cara is happy– and they’re her friends. That in itself makes her heart leap. 

When she finally sees her, she doesn’t think she can hug her enough. The second she turns away from the counter and sees who’s standing there, she starts crying. Stephanie does the same, because she’s so beautiful. She’s gained weight since she last saw her, and looks pink and healthy and good. Her hair is short– shorter than she’s ever seen it, and she can’t stop touching the nape of her neck where it thins out– it’s so short, but cute– she’s so cute. Her smile is so much more real than it ever was in her school pictures, and she’s laughing even though she has tears spilling down her face and landing everywhere. She’s finally happy, and she buries her face in Stephanie’s shoulder and wraps her arms so tightly around her waist she’s afraid she’ll rupture something. Cara pulls away after a few minutes of the two of them just standing there and crying, and wipes at her face. “You look so good,” she says finally. Stephanie suddenly feels almost shy, like she’s speaking to a stranger. “So do you. You look… alive.” Cara smiles, but more tears fall from her eyes. “I am alive. And look at you, so are you. You… you look like you’re finally winning.” “I am,” she runs a hand through her hair. “I’m… I’m taking all the medicines… and now I see you, and you’re happy, and that’s all I ever wanted, and– I’ve won.”

[headcanon-haven]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQCY2zL0Jr8)

I’ve had a rough day of studying that has stood in the way of writing my PA fix-it fic (of course, the one weekend I’m super inspired) and every time that I take a break to look at Stucky shit it’s all super-emo... so here: in place of a Sunday Snippet, listen to this and join me in complete denial of all of the pain that Civil War is inevitably going to bring - this is my favourite modern-day sappy Stucky song.

[karanmatsu]

x (right to left)

wine red - the color of your lips. the color i guess your kisses would taste like. your sense of fashion. the way you crinkle your nose. this color reminds me of your eyeliner and how you look with it on and how your facial expressions look different with eyeliner vs without eyeliner and how i like ‘em all the same. your dresses and your earrings.

grey - rich. something about you is rich. not monetarily, you dork. and i don’t mean this offensively. i mean it in the way that, you make me feel rich. you make my life rich. like double chocolate chip batter with dark chocolate cream frosting. like my shitty fettuccine alfredo. and i know that’s cheesy but i honestly wouldn’t mind being any place if you were there. also ur aro, but that literally doesn’t matter because i love you all the same, in the weird way that we love each other. the zucchini-type love but not quite that. you know, whatever this is, i like this.

green - the color of your plants, and your eyeshadow, and your weird kanaya-ness that is counterbalanced with the daveness u have. the refreshing air you have about you, the moss on an underwater rock, the seaweed color of a mermaid’s hair, the leaves of a small new sprout.

light gray - wind, your smiles, your personality, flowing, wispy, lost, i want it all for myself, my jealously that mostly never comes up but in the randomest scenarios, returns. something about you that’s always dancing. the sound a page makes when you turn it. the sound of ripping paper. the sound of rain falling in buckets on a chicago highway, so dense that you can hardly see two feet in front of you.

light blue - airbending, waterbending, katara, aang, you’re like both of them, and i love you to the ends of the earth for it. crisp, new. how it smells at 6:36 in the morning during spring in california. something grounding, something solid. rather than a shackle, it’s more like a tether that you like. something comfortably yours, always there for you, but you could let go whenever you might need to, and the ground wouldn’t resent you for it. you let me be free, and that’s why i stay. i don’t need you to like me and want me, but i want you to. this color is fact that you want me just because. this color is fact that i want you just because. the color of the bubbles when the sea crashes on the shore, or even when the wave just slowly rolls up, because the bubbles are always there. they go away sometimes, but they’re always there, and they’re always in your thoughts, not intrusively so, but comfortably so, just the way you like it.

[baconsloth]

you're cotton candy, I need a fistfullll