#this made me feel warm and fuzzy

[writtenonreceipts]

Asks are open for Rowaelin Month, you say?? ….. Dear friend, what I wouldn’t give for a little epilogue or post-outtake to When Morning Comes… 🥺🙏🏼

As I’m sure you’ve gathered by this point, WMC is one of my most favorite rowaelin fics. I’ve lost count the number of times I’ve reread it—but I’ll never forget the way it made me feel that first time! Gosh. You stole, broke, then mended my heart with that little au and those versions of Aelin and Rowan. 😭🫶🏼 WMC came at a time in my life when I just really needed it, I think, and it’s now forever cemented as an all time favorite of mine. You’d think me silly if you knew just how often I think about them and your fic lol.

Anyways. I rambled on more than I meant to—sorry!

If inspiration strikes, I would love to see a little glimpse of rowaelin from that au post the conclusion of part 2. Whether it’s just some fluffy content of them finally being idiots in love; celebrating a birthday together; them being all dressed up for a first official date or their first anniversary; them finding out they’re pregnant further down the road; or Aelin reflecting on how she’s finally attained a sense of closeness and love within the little family she has/is building with Rowan, after the years of having a complicated and strained relationship with her parents growing up.

Or it could be something entirely different from any of those ideas! So long as it’s a happy / fluffy epilogue (pls pls pls pls pls). They went through so much angst in that au (and don’t get me wrong, I loved every moment of the hurt/comfort) but ya girl is also a sucker for a fluffy hea epilogue lolol.

And if inspiration doesn’t strike for WMC in particular, that’s okay, too. I’ll love it just the same and always be grateful for the parts we did get. ☺️🫶🏼 I just thought I’d ask—just in case!

I'm just going to be emotional for a bit here thanks. It means so much to know how you love When Morning Comes. Truly. That story means a lot to me too. I pushed myself a lot with that story, not only to get it finished as quick as I did but the story itself and some of the themes and content it contains. I was nervous about posting it, nervous about how it would be received, and just nervous as I always get when it comes to sharing something new. <3<3<3 Thank-you so much for loving it.

I think I can whip something up for an epilogue too ;) for sure...I have thought on occasion of adding a lil bit more, it has a really simple ending in the main story and they do deserves something more, I think too! <3

[brightheartwrites]

It’s been a long run! 👧🏻💫👄

[evgar]

lovesick puppy

[zorangezest]

mister recruiter guy from squid game because they made him so much fun in season 2

APPARNETLY HIS ACTOR ALSO PLAYRD THE TRAIN TO BUSAN GUY WHICH IS. INCREDIBLE ACTUALLY

[feroluce]

Randomly consumed today by the thought of henghill cuddles, but like from a specific point in their relationship, like after they've only recently started laying in the same bed together.

It's something that takes them a long time to work up to; they both have nightmares, and yeah, Dan Heng is a Vidyadhara and he can heal himself beyond anything Boothill could accidentally do to him, but still. Boothill is made of metal now. He's heavy. It wouldn't take much, just a single flailing limb to cause some damage. He still gets up after Dan Heng falls asleep, and sneaks down into the guest cabin in one of the other cars.

But he'll lay in bed with Dan Heng until then. At first Boothill would always try to situate a blanket between them, because well. Metal isn't exactly pleasant to cuddle. But more and more lately, he's noticed Dan Heng keeps worming his way around their soft barrier and just kind of...rubbing his hand along him? Open palm up the curve of his side, across the planes of his chest, into the star-shape at his solar plexus, down the plates of his abdomen, back to his side again. Fingertips tap soundlessly against metal, or press into dents and divots, or smooth over old scars in the steel.

"Ya don't hav'ta do that, ya know."

"Does it bother you?"

Dan Heng's hand has already stopped, settling somewhere on the futon, neutral ground. Boothill clarifies that no, it doesn't bother him. But he can't feel any of it. He only knows he's doing it because he can see the motion out of the corner of his eye. Dan Heng doesn't need to go through the extra effort to do things for him like he would someone with a normal human body.

And Dan Heng goes quiet, just long enough that Boothill gets curious and turns to look at him over his shoulder. He has the cute little furrow between his brows, like when he's thinking.

And then he opens that pretty mouth of his and says, "That's alright, I think I'm doing it for myself, anyway" and Boothill nearly wheezes because wow, Dan Heng is almost never quite that honest when it comes to himself fdklsajlkd

Boothill cackles in surprise and asks point blank what he means, because what could he be getting out of that? Given the implied permission, Dan Heng's hand starts it's usual route again. Side, chest, solar plexus, abdomen, side. Boothill can practically hear him chewing on his words.

"I like that you're warm," is what he finally says, and Boothill suddenly feels like a bullet has just grazed something vital. "All the processes you run increase your temperature," Dan Heng's hand fans out across a span of steel and he holds it there, like he's soaking up the heat. "And your metal is smooth, it feels pleasant to touch," his fingertips move in circles, slip into a divot perfectly sized, rub back and forth. Boothill silently wills one of his cooling fans threatening to open up to stay closed.

"I like how you feel under my hands. That's all." Headshot! No recovery possible.

"...Suit yerself, then," and Boothill quickly turns back over before Dan Heng can see it in his face, how close he just hit to his heart.

[swamp-chicken]

this is fun today, I like this

[agreentealeaf]

the moments in the school chapters of tcoptp when the whole friend group hung out were so precious😭😭

[ratinayellowbandana]

takes more than whiskey

trying to claw my way out of writers block one mini fic at a time. so please enjoy imogen hustling a guy at pool while laudna watches fondly.

inspired by "if she ever leaves me" by the highwomen

~900 words

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The air hangs heavy with fried food and beer, and Laudna knows the scent will cling to her clothes when she leaves. She can feel the faux leather of the booth imprinting on her skirt. Her favored corner seat endows her with the perfect view of the bartop to the right, lined with mirrored shelves. A dozen patrons sit on high stools. An older woman, her hand on the knee of a gentleman who gazes at her like she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. A man in a dress shirt and slacks, a small bouquet resting on the counter before him. His foot taps a quick rhythm against the footrest. Familiar sights that alight in Laudna’s chest.

The walls breathe with memory. Aging photographs of patrons from years gone by are tacked to the dark wood paneling. A group of strangers ringing in the New Year, champagne flutes held aloft, arms slung around shoulders and across hips, and dated novelty sunglasses perched on foreheads. A bar regular lifting his bottle with an eyebrow raised at the camera, frozen in the moment before the perfect sip. 

The pool tables clatter to the left, a shout drawing her attention to the group assembled around a triumphant figure smugly leaning on a cue stick. Someone passes her a rocks glass that she takes with a wink. Her hair is piled out of the way in an effortlessly messy bun, strands of pale purple framing a reddening freckled face. Her denim shirt is tied in a hasty knot at her waistline, tantalizingly unbuttoned over a white undershirt. When the woman sets her drink down and leans over the table to line up her next shot, Laudna has an exceptionally good view. As if the woman can sense her, she meets Laudna’s eye, winks, and sends two balls skittering across the table. Her aim is true, and she sinks both. 

Her opponent, a tall man with sandy hair and a respectable cowboy hat, shakes his head as the woman takes another sip of her drink. Their match has caught the attention of the surrounding patrons, the rowdier of which have opted to form a rather boisterous heckling crew. The cowboy, to his credit, seems to be taking it good-naturedly, shrugging off playful jeers in favor of watching the woman aim her stick at the cue ball once again. 

A sharp crack resounds, and the small crowd oohs. The woman must have missed. Gone too far right, perhaps, Laudna theorizes, with her lacking knowledge of the game. She ought to learn to play one day, she reckons, if she intends to keep coming here, especially if it earns her games with rather handsome young women. For now, Laudna is content to watch, sampling a flowery gin drink with a ridiculous name she’d paid far too much for. 

The woman shrugs, a coy smirk playing across her lips as if to say, Your turn. She’d nearly cleared the table before the cowboy had a second shot. 

The man says something to her that Laudna can’t make out over the tinny country music playing from the tableside speaker. Whatever it is, it causes the woman to laugh and raise her eyebrows. He pats her shoulder, and she steps back, allowing the man full access to the table. Amber liquid disappears from her glass in one swig. She reclines against mahogany-stained wood, cue stick propped against her thigh, searching. 

She catches Laudna’s eye, and her head shakes minutely – Can you believe this guy?

Laudna averts her gaze, only moderately embarrassed at having been caught staring. The woman adjusts her stance and tilts her head, that coquettish smirk spreading once more. Look all you want, honey, Laudna imagines her crooning voice dripping with warmth.

Laudna, suddenly feeling quite flushed and trying to avoid nothing at all, certainly, brings her glass to her lips, which only worsens the heat in her cheeks. 

Before she knows it, the woman is up again. The cowboy has set her up nicely for an easy shot at sending the eight-ball straight into a corner pocket. The woman bends over the table, rolls her neck, looks at her opponent, and takes the shot. The crowd offers hearty congratulations, poking fun at the loser. The woman sticks out a sportsmanlike hand, and the cowboy takes it with a grin. He leans in to say something, gesturing to the bar. The woman smiles kindly and politely declines, nodding toward Laudna’s little booth. The cowboy steps back, both hands raised in amiable surrender. 

Sure strides carry the newly crowned winner to Laudna’s table, the heels of her brown leather boots thudding on sticky floors.

“Hey, honey.” She leans down for a kiss that Laudna happily grants her.

“Imogen, darling,” Laudna hums, a teasing note ringing in the words, “you really must go harder on the college boys one of these days. What if one of them thinks he has a shot?”

“Somebody’s gotta keep ‘em humble.” 

“And you do it so elegantly.” Laudna smiles into their kiss. 

“Enjoyed the show, did you?” Imogen’s sugared accent drawls over the syllables, melting Laudna at the knees. “Don’t think I didn’t see you lookin’.” 

“For the price of this drink, I think I’m owed a little entertainment.”

“You’re the one who keeps orderin’ those fancy cocktails.” Imogen lifts her chin at the glass on the waterstained table. “What’s in this one?”

“Elderflower and gin.”

Her nose wrinkles. “Mm, I think I’ll stick with whiskey.” She kisses away what remains of the cocktail on Laudna’s lips. “You wanna get out of here?” 

“Please.” 

[seoulmatez]

𝒻𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓃𝑜 : femi x capitano

the world awakens in spring — sunlight thaws what was once frozen and the soft breeze carries whispered promises of fresh starts. with every flower that blooms, their love for each other grows ever stronger.

for @femivi ♡

[tending-the-hearth]

i think one of the main reasons i love the outsiders musical so insanely much is just how honored and beloved s.e. hinton is by the cast and crew.

her being specifically spoken about in the speeches of those who won the tony awards, brody walking the red carpet with her, just everyone highlighting her at every chance they get, all of them calling her susie and pointing all the attention to her, her being involved in so many of the interviews with the songwriters, you can just tell how much those involved with the show love her, and how supportive she is of the cast and crew warms my heart so much.

it’s one of those wonderful rare instances where the original creator of a piece of media clearly loves the adaptation of their work, and those involved in the adaptation want nothing more than to honor the original work and creator.

[plutoons]

world genuinely became so much more beautiful once i started loving bugs more. theres tiny beasts and critters here :o]

[muzzlemouths]

OOOHHHHH THEIR GIDDY LITTLE EXPRESSIONS. THE BLUSH. THE SMILES. CRIES. I love this so much <3 MERRY CHRISTMAS

[gigglegirlhappy]

(3/23/23)

Frontiers’s story had a big impact on me. Sage’s whole dynamic with Eggman struck a chord with me. Eggman slowly starting to see Sage as less of a creation and more of a daughter, occurring in tandem with Sage discovering and learning how to navigate her new feelings, that hit really close to home for me.

The original ending, before the Final Horizon update, brought me to tears. We’ve seen Eggman’s creations get destroyed so many times, but we’ve never seen what it feels like on Eggman’s side of things, especially when it comes to someone as close to his heart as Sage. Those thirty seconds of silence as he stared at the stars, slowly coming to realize that Sage would never come home, never get to know her brothers, never be a family… I actively felt my heart sink for Eggman.

And if that wasn’t enough, “Dear Father,” a song Sage sings to her father, telling him just how much she loved him, and how much she wished she could come home and be a family, plays right after. My heart broke for them both, that scene hit me like a sack of bricks. I was bawling like a child for a long time, which is very unlike me.

I drew this before Final Horizon came out, so I didn’t know how it would affect Sage’s fate. I just wanted to see them all happy together (though Metal Sonic’s chronic resting bitch face makes him look permanently pissed off lmao). It’s funny how life works, because the added context of Final Horizon finally made this image a reality.

Final Horizon’s ending also made me cry like a baby, to be frank, though for a different reason. Instead of that scene with Robotnik staring at the stars alone in deafening silence, we get to see him have a tender moment with Sage. We get to see Sage smile in delight at the thought of finally being able to go home and be a family. We get to hear them talk to each other, be proud of each other, be relieved that it’s over, and glad that they can be a family together.

And then “I’m With You” plays.

While “Dear Father” was, in essence, Sage’s last words to Eggman, expressing her devotion and regret at not being able to come home safe, “I’m With You” is the exact opposite. Sage is no longer wishing for a family she will never meet. She can rejoice in the fact that she’s finally coming home, she has a family, and she’ll finally be able to meet them.

Sage can finally be a part of a family.

[twistiraki]

Molded by love

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Leona and Y/N had been dating for a while now and Y/N loved trying out new hobbies. Today, she had invited Leona to join her in a craft afternoon to try out pottery.

Leona wasn't particularly interested in pottery, but he was always willing to support Y/N in anything she wanted to do. As they arrived at the studio, Y/N was excitedly discussing the process and how the clay was molded into shape.

As Y/N started to work on her piece, Leona watched her closely. He couldn't help but be intrigued by the way her hands were covered in clay and the way her fingers moved with ease.

Suddenly, he found himself standing behind her, his hands hovering over hers as he tried to guide her. Y/N giggled and leaned back against him, enjoying the closeness.

Leona's breath caught as he felt her body press against his. He couldn't resist the urge to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her closer. As they molded the clay together, he couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy between them.

The flirtatious tension between them continued to grow as they worked on their pieces. Y/N would laugh at Leona's attempts to shape the clay, and he would teasingly nudge her playfully.

As they finished their piece, Leona couldn't resist the urge to lean in and press his lips against Y/N's neck. He could feel her shiver in response, and he knew that he had her completely under his spell.

He whispered in her ear, "You know, I never thought I'd enjoy pottery, but with you, everything is more fun."

Y/N turned around to face him, her hands still covered in clay, and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "I'm glad I can show you new things," she said with a smile.

[peaches2217]

How do you feel about Mario being just a closeted theater kid at heart? especially Romeo + Juliet, maybe even shyly coming clean that in highschool he tried out for Romeo and memorized the love sonnet.

ANON I LOVE THIS

So @itsavee4117 had the idea a while back that Luigi was a theatre kid, which I wholeheartedly accept as canon. And while Mario was more the sporty type, he was still unusually romantic and sentimental for a teenage boy. So now I’m imagining Luigi encouraging him to broaden his horizons, try out for that play, here’s this super romantic monologue you can memorize for it!

And ultimately he decides it’s just… not for him, whether because his own brand of anxiety keeps him locked into his own habits or he just genuinely doesn’t have the patience for play practice. Still, he always retains a soft spot for theatre, in all its beautiful melodrama. He’ll happily accompany Peach to performances and get every bit as sucked in as her. And, of course, he’d perform one or two of those monologues just for her~

[babymapleleaf]

I'm not gonna reblog this post directly bc there's swearing in it and I try not to put that on this blog but in case you haven't seen it yet, here's a reminder that the Sesame Street friends all love you and will always be here for you <3