#ugh you guys are so cute

[greyrain23]

@silkjade !!! Your gift is ready~

References used under the cut

Love and Deepspace Chibi characters have me in a choke hold, they're so fun to use as refs for mooties and their f/os 🤩

(edit: I FORGOT ALHAITHAM HAS DIAMOND SHAPED PUPILS OH NO I'M SO SORRY)

[bunnithechubs]

slowly decorating their home

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

[front-facing-pokemon]

[deoidesign]

vampire and werewolf sitting in a tree

time trav e l i n g

first comes. trying to kill eachother then comes... learning you're his dead ex-lover then comes marriage!

(you can buy the book this scene is from for $15 it's really good. it's the fan favorite of the series!)

[answer2jeff]

Life Imitates Art —Carmen Berzatto.

PART 1/2.

warnings: fluff. painter!reader x roommate!carmen. unestablished relationships. clunky overly detailed writing. carmy being concerned. angsty. mutual pinning. (reader is lowkey mentally unstable like Carmen. i can't write 100% healthy relationships i'm sorry!!!)

a/n: sorry i disappeared and didn't write for weeks and decided to randomly drop this!

You needed inspiration.

With your last three pieces bought out from the French art gallery, L'art de L'amour, you hadn't touched your easel in days. Your brushes had gone dry, the paint clumping and staining every bristle. The lack of desire to make art felt like you hadn't seen the sun in 10 years.

You'd been ignoring this dreadful feeling with sleep.

Long day at the studio, the space filled with no one but younger, starving artists who wanted to admire your work for creative flow—but never wanting to know the real meaning behind every brush stroke, or why you used oil paints for specific pieces? Sleep.

The days fell shorter, the nights falling longer.

Even your roommate, a micromanager of his career, noticed.

It surprised you, possibly more than it should've. When you first moved into this apartment, you had every doubt in the world sharing a space would be enjoyable. For a while, you weren't sure if you could call yourselves "friends." Then again, living with a complete stranger—a man, no less, seemed impractical. But after a month or two, it was refreshing in a way. Carmen always cleaned up after himself, and was never opposed to splitting chores. There was no need to set specific boundaries. You felt respected, cared for. Every minute not overpowered by either of your desires to create were mostly spent with each other. It kept you sane.

You woke up to the sound of Carmen walking into the kitchen, cursing under his breath when he struggled to shut the door of your apartment behind him. Reluctantly, you dragged yourself out of bed, only to find that your bedroom door was wide open. You must've gone straight to bed after spending the entire evening trying and expectedly failing at "cleaning" up the apartment so Carmen wouldn't come home to a mess.

Bare feet pattered against the floorboards, the palm of your hand pressing into your tired eyes. You stretched your arms out, your t-shirt, who you weren't sure if it was yours or Carmen's, lifting up and showing just a sliver of your stomach over your grey sweatpants. The sunlight leaking through the windows blinded you.

"Oh, hey. You're up." A warm, welcoming voice greeted you, followed by the fridge being closed shut after restocking it with the necessities he picked up from Whole Foods.

You blinked to see Carmen hovered over the kitchen counter, clad in a navy-blue crewneck and gold chain dangling from his pale neck. His hands pried at a familiar brown wrapper. Blueberry muffins.

"Hey, yourself," you slurred, barely able to keep your eyes open as you hoisted yourself up onto the marble surface. You gazed down at him, grinning at his messy blonde curls.

Carmen smiled back, blue eyes admiring the sight of you: half asleep, your voice raspy while still having that airy cadence, your hair messier than it was the last time he willingly saw you—which he couldn't totally remember. He came home to the sight of your bedroom dimly lit by your bedside lamp.

"It's noon," he muttered, glancing from his phone on the counter, and back to you.

"Shit. Really?"

"Yeah. You've been sleeping a lot lately," he kept his stare on you as he opened the cabinet beside you, reminding you to 'watch your head' as he grabbed a ceramic plate.

"Isn't that a good thing?"

Your mind wandered to your exhibit. The thought of never having the ability to create such extraordinary work terrified you. So much that you hadn't even tried. It was almost embarrassing: Carmen seeing you like this. Rid of the one thing you convinced yourself you knew how to do.

"Not really."

You wanted to laugh. Maybe he just didn't get it.

If you could make even the painfully mundane into something more, than maybe you were more than just existing. Carmen was actually astounded by you and your work, even with the lack of knowledge in other art forms. Culinary was his calling, but for you? Oh, how he tried to grasp every concept you conveyed in your creative works. All in attempt to comprehend every thought in that pretty little head of yours.

Maybe he didn't understand as much as he wished, but maybe he didn't have to totally 'get it' to get you. Carmen found it hard to read people, their feelings, their true intentions, his whole life. But for once, he had confidence in his intoxicating marvel for everything you did. Even the way you covered your mouth when you laughed around everyone except him, or the way you styled your hair

"Well, it was for the sake of art," you smiled, extending your hand out to accept the plate that held the beautifully baked blueberry muffin. "Thanks for these, by the way."

"Pleasure. And I was actually gonna ask you about that. The—the art. Your art." Carmen joined you on the counter, his feet dangling beside yours. Your shoulders bumped past each other, a laugh coming from the both of you.

"Yeah? What about it?" You bit into your muffin, your gaze never leaving his.

"Well, I uh—I kinda wanted to visit your exhibit, y'know? Get to see it in its full form. I would've asked sooner but—"

"Yeah, yeah, it's okay. I know. Um—that'd be great. That's really nice of you, Carm."

A part of you wondered why he wanted to see it. But it wasn't all too surprising. Carmen took every chance he got to see your studio—even taking the initiative to drive you home from it on late nights, where you'd be endlessly analyzing your works even hours after Carmen would leave what was now, The Bear.

"Nah, I mean, I've just seen all that y'do and it's—" Carmen shrugged, struggling to find the right words to express his admiration without changing the atmosphere, "really cool. It's you, y'know?" His bottom lip was barred by his teeth and he looked into you for an answer.

You wished you could understand how the complexities of a kitchen; how it could clutch Carmen's attention to the point of no return, but you were happy for him. He was making something more of "mom and dads piece of shit," as he called it.

You never thought it was anything short of fucking awesome. He had all of this experience, drive, passion. Carmen felt more real, more rawly human to you than anything. Or anyone you'd met before.

He changed you. You were softer, calmer.

And still, you worried for him, dragging him out of the ever all consuming anxiety. Sometimes this was through watching X-file reruns on the couch. And every night, you'd move a little closer. By now, he'd keep an arm around you as your eyes became heavy and the room stirred with darkness and comfortable silence. He prayed to whatever ruled above him that you wouldn't notice, simultaneously wishing you'd want him to hold you gently like this. Even grocery store trips, something so simple, felt this way—which you missed out on this morning. You'd stand on the edge of the cart, your hands supporting your weight as Carmen pushed the handle with both hands, eyes scanning the isle for whatever obscure ingredient he needed for the dinner he planned on making you that night.

Every time he looked away, you stared. His beautifully carved nose, the way he bit the inside of his cheek and furrowed his blonde eyebrows when he tried to focus on making a decision. You were afraid, in a weird, animalistic way. You hadn't stopped yourself from relying on him. What if loving him this way made him pull away–or worse, you? You had to admit, having something this painfully simple in your life that made up for the chaos, was a little hard to accept.

It took everything in you to pretend you didn't notice him cleaning up the bathroom you shared whenever either of you left your belongings lying around. You wanted to convince yourself it was because he didn't want to come off as a slob, or influence you to be one yourself. But it always felt more like he was looking after you. Nothing that belonged to you would ever be misplaced again. Not with Carmen around.

You took pride in the little things. Your shoes placed next to each other near the front door, your toothbrushes leaning against each other with corresponding colored clips to cover their bristles. This was good. Change was good.

[zishu-arts]

if i don’t write freevic meet cute in the next 24 hrs im going to explode

[mrsoharaa]

You lay there silently, carefully studying the languid strides of his thickly fingers delicately tapping amongst the nightstands wooden surface. A subtle tick Suguru normally does when there is something on his mind.

You adjust your head amongst your pillow, one hand still comfortably nestled beneath the fluff material holding your head. Your other slowly reaching out to meet his.

Suguru absentmindedly stares out into the dimly lit room, anxious fingers still tapping restlessly as he catches your smaller digits reach for his, from the corner of his lidded eyes. He smiles softly, halting his tapping, as he meets your reach half way, tenderly interlocking his rugged fingers with yours in a careful manner. Enjoying the comforting warmth and embrace your smaller hand brings to him.

Your eyes slowly drift up to meet his, sharing a bashful smile as your hands fully interlace with one another. A searing heat of blood gradually blooming into your cheeks, feeling his inquisitive eyes linger onto you a lot longer then expected, and his expansive hand easily consuming over yours with such grounding protection and yearning endearment.

The soft intimacy the two of you shared, igniting that familiar warmth dwelling within the both of yours beings, with such arising anticipation and all-consuming love. A moment you both wanted to share and last for so much longer.

[monsterroonio]

POV: You interrupt them roasting each other behind Grillbys

We're all gonna pretend that I haven't been gone for about a month, because yeah. Aren't they so fucking cool I love them sm gonna make them go kiss now

[strawberryteabunny]

winter coords from a recent trip I took 🎁

My friend and I went to Staunton, Virginia (with a stop in Alexandria on the way there and back, where these pics were taken) for a short trip right before Christmas! It was a lot of fun, both towns look super cute and we went to Shenandoah National Park, Monticello, and I got to go antiquing!!

1st coord rundown:

JSK: BTSSB Milk-Chan and Snow Strawberry

Apron: handmade

Headdress: Angelic Pretty

Shoes: Cotton Candy Feet

Blouse, socks: offbrand

2nd coord rundown:

OP: IW Tartan Check

Sweater: Liz Lisa

Shoes: Cotton Candy Feet

Socks: offbrand

[14th-century-verona-queer]

hello all!

if you’re looking for the fucking CUTEST Christmas fic I have ever read in my life, then I’m BEGGING you to check out Silver Bells by heavily_caffeinated! I think I squealed, cried, giggled, whooped for joy, and groaned in frustration at these two goofballs about a million times while reading it, especially Chapter 21. I just finished reading it and oh my GOODD. ITS SO CUTE. IM GONNA DIE. FUCKING LANCE MCCLAIN THE MAN THAT YOU ARE.

If I’m being dead serious, it’s probably my favorite chapter of any fic I’ve read, EVER. No exaggeration. It’s fluffy, it’s mind-numbingly, tooth-rottingly sweet, but it ends you on a bit of a “DAMN IT KEITH” note. I could not be more excited for the end of this fic. The author does have a Tumblr, so please go over to @heavilycaffeinatedsblog and gush over how perfect their work is when you get the chance!

So that was a wonderful start to my day!

[nyarumitsu]

i'm kinda really in love with the idea that if miles realizes something off about his gender identity, it's gonna be when hes around his late 30s to even early 50s honestly it will take him a while. he's the embodiment of this tweet

which will probably prove my point of him realizing stuff like that post soj or something, AND I'M ALL FOR IT!

i really like applying this to transfem miles the most cuz she'd have a realization from the most mundane of moments and spend like an entire week at the very least thinking of a new name she'd go by and it's all really beautiful old fashioned names and she spends all night researching about hormones and transitioning on top of finishing all her paperwork and when she finally starts... you know, transitioning and wearing more stuff that she actively likes she gets really gender euphoric and like. Yeah i love you (reads notes) Matilda Edgeworth it's always never too late to realize your identity queen

[stardustedknuckles]

Blah blah blah healing and recovery but it's annoying that my reaction to someone actively choosing to do something kind for me irl has me running the gamut of embarrassment at being treated any kind of special way to anger at the fact that kindness should feel so foreign, with very little ability to actually feel pleased and thankful for the kindness itself. Like this weird grumpiness IS the thankfulness in a weird way but we can't have a real feeling instead of a deflection because that's not safe. Bullshit.

[littencloud9]

i love u nekoma & karasuno i love you SO MUCH

[breannastewart]

an endless amount of breanna stewart gifsets 8/??

[yesmissnyx]

Sometimes people leave the cutest tags and comments on my posts and it makes me kick my legs in the air like a schoolgirl 🥺🙏💕💕💕