#this my comfort hoodie

[misfiled]

Hoodie n short shorts I don’t wanna hear anything else 🔪

personality test. is it acceptable to sleep in a hoodie/sweats

[pitsazawr]

my oxygen

[gatoburr0]

[nipuni]

Campbell!! 🥰🎧🎙️🎛️🎚️

[inkzectz]

Gordon the archivist- *gnome runs past me*

what the fuck

[esprei]

Emmet month - Day 8: Cozy

(pop star AU) Emmet is always cozy with his giant joltik plush! maybe sometimes a little too cozy... (Emmet, you can't be sleeping in important meetings like that! stop it! wake up!!!) bonus (aka why Volo is folding his paper):

[babygirlwolverine]

cas had texted and said he’d be back at the bunker that night, and dean had stayed up until almost 3am waiting for the angel. when cas hadn’t walked through the bunker door, dean had to drag himself to bed before he passed out on the war table.

he didn’t sleep for long though, waking up just after 6am to check his phone. no messages from cas. was it too soon to start worrying?

making his way to the kitchen for a very strong cup of black coffee, dean shuffled past the bag in hallway while he rubbed blearily at his eyes. it took several long seconds before dean realized he’d almost tripped over cas’ overnight bag and he quickly backtracked and made a beeline for cas’ room.

the room was empty, no sign of cas’ current trenchcoat or of the angel anywhere.

frowning, dean wandered the hallways, searching for any signs of cas. but there was nothing. the bunker was quiet. empty. not even sam was awake yet.

convincing himself that the overnight bag had always been there and he’d just forgotten because he was tired, dean trudged back towards the kitchen by cutting through the library.

and he froze, mid-step.

slumped, lying curled up between two of the chairs at the table, was a sleeping angel using his trenchcoat as a pillow against the hard wooden seats.

a sleeping angel who was bundled up under dean’s old hoodie; the clothing item which usually held a permanent place in the backseat of the impala. the same hoodie that had gone missing a week ago.

dean’s heart stuttered in his chest.

his feet carried him gently across the library and he found himself reaching out and brushing a lock of hair off of cas’ forehead. the hood of the jacket was tucked up under cas’ chin, almost as if the angel had been burying his face in the cotton material, but the rest of it was slipping off and threatening to fall onto the floor.

breath catching in his throat, dean softly readjusted the hoodie and wrapped it around cas’ shoulders. cas let out a content sigh in his sleep, and dean suddenly felt weak in the knees.

cas had taken dean’s jacket with him when he’d left the bunker last week. and now, cas was using his hoodie as a blanket. a concept that years ago dean would’ve sworn up and down that cas would never understand because angels didn’t have feelings. yet, here cas was, carrying around dean’s old clothes, wearing his heart on dean’s worn sleeves.

smiling to himself, dean quietly made his way back to the kitchen to make honey tea for cas and a pot of coffee. he was going to need the caffeine courage to show cas that this was mutual.

as the coffee brewed and the tea steeped, dean snuck back into cas’ room and collected the one thing he was missing. wrapping one of cas’ old trenchcoats around his shoulders, dean was finally ready to put his own heart onto cas’ sleeve.

[iceclew]

Well @oxandthorn, consider this totally your fault.. <3

I warned you like.. I'm gonna be totally obsessed with the idea of him having glasses..

So here's some stoobid sketches I came up with... and at least in my head some of those were hilarious, lol.... like... I need this Detective Conan KN8 AU in my life now... Hoshina is sort of the 3rd Div. detective boy anyway, so might as well shrink him to bbe Soshiro and make him solve the case. <3

Ah yes, in case you missed it - the idea is based off of oxandthorn's wonderful oneshot about my fav. blorbos <3

Kafhoshi Fanfiction, man I'm in love with it..

full fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56776090

read it or Hoshina's glasses gonna kick ur ass., lol

[quartzite-wasps]

pre mh brim *sobbing*

[betweenblackberrybranches]

You mentioned Sun in a dress and I love dresses so I gotta ask what do you think would suit him? Ballgowns? Sun dresses? Retro dresses? I have to sleep soon but this is going to give me brain rot thank you

Oh rlgl au sun looks good in e v e r y t h i n g

[guardian-angle22]

911 lone star fashion -> every tk outfit

↳ 2.04

[really-burnt-toast]

I had a really traumatic day today, so I doodled Leshy in my comfort hoodie bc I am trying to keep myself distracted

If you have a horrible day too, I hope it cheers you up as well <3

[bibucktrashpanda]

Comfort

Buck/Tommy, 911. I haven't written fic in years before this week. These two have me hooked and writing and I am going to ride the inspiration. This was purely inspired by a rewatch of the coffee scene and the hoodie Tommy was wearing.

The nightmare is familiar, water rushing towards and over him, arms empty as Christopher is yanked away. Buck screams for him and finds himself blinking awake, heart pounding, icy veins. The room, which has only just become familiar to him, is dark, the only light coming from the alarm clock, because Tommy is old school like that, on the night table says 3am. Buck can feel a loose arm draped over his waist and can feel Tommy's breath tickling the back of his neck. It's 3am and even though they had only fallen asleep around 1am, Buck knows he won't get anymore sleep tonight. Anxiety and adrenaline have him sliding slowly out from under Tommy's arm, pausing every couple of seconds to make sure his boyfriend is still asleep.

He knows Tommy wouldn't mind being woken up but Tommy had just finished a brutal 48 hour shift and they hadn't fallen asleep right after they got into bed. He finally eases out, gently grabbing Tommy's arm and setting it down gently. Standing carefully he turns to take a look at his boyfriend, which still hasn't gotten old, that he has a boyfriend. Buck knows his been annoying about it at the station, mentioning his boyfriend constantly but the newness hasn't rubbed off yet. He still can't quite believe that this incredibly handsome, cool, confident man is his boyfriend, that he gave Buck a second chance but Buck thanks the universe almost daily that he is.

Buck pads softly out of the room, stopping to grab his boxers from the floor, closing the bedroom door softly before pausing, unsure. This is this first nightmare he has had while at Tommy's and he isn't quite sure what to do. If he were home he would put on the TV and curl up in the armchair and wait for the sun to rise. But as big as Tommy's house is, he still hasn't figured out how sound carries and the living room is almost directly under Tommy's bedroom.

He decides on heading to the kitchen, gingerly stepping down the steps. The 5th from the bottom creaks and Tommy hasn't gotten someone in the fix it. Buck hasn't told him yet about the months he spent working construction, it just hasn't come up, and figured he would at some point take care of it for Tommy.

It's cooler downstairs and Buck curses himself out for not grabbing his shirt. He is debating heading back upstairs to try and grab it when he sees it. Hanging on a hook in the foyer is Tommy's navy blue hoodie, the one lined in white that he had worn to meet Buck for coffee after Buck's missteps on their first date. He smiles to himself Perfect.

It's soft and warm but best of all it smells like Tommy. Buck happily zips it up inhaling deeply. he can feel himself calm down wrapped in his boyfriend's clothes and scent. Feeling silly but who else is awake to see, he pulls up the hood for maximum comfort. Its not quite as good as Tommy holding him but it will do.

The kitchen faces the main street and the light from the street light seeps in, dancing across the tiled floor. He loves this kitchen, with its warm wood cabinets, double oven, the island with stools where they have shared meals sitting side by side, pressed together. he loves that he knows where everything is and he loves that Tommy has made him feel at home here, to the point where he no longer feels the need to ask before he uses something. Which gives him an idea.

He very quietly opens a cabinet, grabbing flour, brown sugar and the rest of the supplies to make chocolate chip cookies. He won't back them but he can at least get the dough put together. between the hoodie, the peace of the kitchen, and the focusing on the cookie dough he feels relaxed and he can no longer taste the ghost of salt water on his lips.

The dough is in the fridge and he is trying to decide if he wants to make dough for bread when a quiet cough from the kitchen door causes him to look over. Tommy is standing, in his boxer briefs leaning against the door frame.

Buck feels the first stirrings of anxiety, that he fucked up, that he woke Tommy up but before he gets lost in his head Tommy has crossed the room to stand before him.

"Nightmare?" He asks softly and Buck nods.

"Can I touch you?" Tommy asks, and Buck has never been with anyone who is so respectful of his space and also knows how sometimes the nightmares leave you so raw that you can't bear to be touched.

Buck doesn't bother to answer and just steps into Tommy's space as Tommy wraps his arms around him.

He leans his head on Tommy's shoulder and feels the last little bits of the tsunami dissipate into the ether of the before sunrise morning. It has fully released him, at least for now. he could probably even try sleeping again.

"You want to go curl up on the couch together?" Tommy asks, letting Buck decide.

Buck whispers into his neck. "I think I can sleep again actually. I feel calm enough to try at least."

"Okay, baby. Let's go back to bed" Tommy releases him and before Buck can move Tommy has in his arms and is striding towards the stairs while Buck laughs.

"I feel like I shouldn't love the fact that you can do this as much as I do." He muses.

Tommy snorts and gently places him on the bed like he is something precious. "You love it, I love carrying you, what else matters?" he pauses and stares down at Buck, "I on the other hand am struggling between finding you absolutely adorable wearing my hoodie and wanting to cuddle you but also wanting to slide your boxers off and suck you off while you are still wearing it."

Buck raises a hand to play with the hoodie zipper. "You don't have to choose, you can find me adorable, suck me off and then cuddle me. I promise not to take it off." He drawls, twitching his hips in what he hopes comes across as seductive.

"You have the best ideas." Tommy kneels on the bed and presses a quick kiss to Buck's lips before heading down.

[lilbitofmac]

I just wanted to draw the boys in some comfy clothes! I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving!! ☺️♥️

[were-wolverine]

headcanon: dick actually prefers wearing baggy clothes in public and is way more comfortable in them because nobody comments on his body when he’s not in form-fitting outfits

and it sucks because he actually really enjoys wearing form-fitting outfits and feels good in them, but any time he does people stare or catcall or even grope him and he just. can’t handle that after everything

plus the villains kissing him as nightwing thing has gotten so bad that he’s genuinely considering getting a mask that covers the lower half of his face

[1h4v3th3m00n]

New hoodie:3