#was so precious lmao

[muisley]

a mgs wip and doodle dump pile hi I love otasune

[puppppppppy]

so fucking normal abt this cat

[nanakorobiyaokii]

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[yiyuss]

i'm spreading about this because i'm so tired of the misinfo about him being a flirty playboy just because he likes to give compliments

[ratatatastic]

"i already told the boys im keeping this one [the cup belt]" wow what a shocker matthew i couldnt have forseen any of this happening at all

"i just put one on and i rarely taken it off since" yeah WE KNOW. pictures taken on 3 seperate days....its a problem

CBS News Miami | 6.28.24 (x)

[gojonanami]

THE WAY I SQUEALED LOOK HOW CUTE HE IS

BABY YUJI

[sea-buns]

SO insane that Sam has seen AND liked this... I'm so cozy in my little tumblr corner that I forget my words can escape containment and be perceived beyond Aabria Iyengar

[lilianhuas]

Film: Queer 2024 by director Luca Guadagnino

[denerturee]

Sonic hugging Knuckles is everything 🫂❤️💙

[turntheotherpurf]

Underrated wholesome moment from Moral Orel: Reverend Putty canonically confirmed to allow Orel hugs "on the clock"😭🥺

[mochiiniko]

the bestest coolest awesomest rhythm game protag ever

[gunsatthaphan]

"am I dreaming?"

[fumifooms]

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

A little love for Necrom...

Man... when Alain has a Big Feelings I also have a Big Feelings.

[radiosummons]

Y'all have no fucking clue the sheer amount of atrocities I'd commit for him.

[boba-pearl-writes]

1/23/25 - guillotine - word count: 746 - @rosekillermicrofic

Evan groaned into his cup of hot chocolate, rueing the day he decided to go to the club.

He’d gone to the club for two purposes- to have fun and to forget about his ex. Pandora had suggested the idea, but as she had a date night with Lily, she’d declined to go with him. 

Evan had seen a jaw-droppingly handsome man who had said one sentence to him and never looked at him all night, then gotten black out drunk when the man left because, fuck it, he wasn’t going to deal with a crush right this second.

But his mind kept wandering to the guy. He’d had gorgeous black hair with green highlights, sharp cheekbones, a killer fashion sense, tattoos and piercings all over, and-

“Guillotine earrings, Pan! Guillotine earrings!” Evan sighed. “He looked so good. I’m probably never going to see him again.”

And now he was twice as heartbroken and with a horrible hangover.

What an amazing Saturday morning.

“Ev, you don’t know that. I mean, he probably lives in the city and-”

“With my luck? Yeah, right.”

The bell to the front door of the coffee shop rang, signaling that someone was entering. Pandora and Evan didn’t look up, as this was a fairly busy coffee shop. The people quickly ordered their drinks, and chose the table right next to theirs. Evan dropped his head near his hot chocolate, sighing in relief as the steam from the open cup blew into his face.

“Reg, you don’t understand. He was fuckin’ beautiful.” That voice sounded a bit familiar

“I think I understand, Barty. You’ve talked about him for what- five times today? It’s barely ten.”

Evan didn’t mean to eavesdrop on the conversation, but Pandora had pulled out her phone and was presumably texting Lily, going by the blush on her face. It was adorable how flustered they were around each other, even having dated for a year already.

“If you saw him, you’d understand. He was- Reg, he- oh.”

“What?”

“He’s right there.” 

Now, Evan looked up, surprised, and made eye contact with very familiar eyes. Very familiar blue grey eyes that Evan was pretty sure he could drown in and never want to come out of.

Oh.

Fuck.

That was the guy from the bar. Evan sat there, almost mesmerized, as the guy got up and walked over to him. He plopped down in the chair next to him. “Hey, gorgeous,” he said, with a crooked smile.

“Hey, yourself,” Evan breathed out. He heard Pandora stifle a laugh, but he didn’t really care. The guy - Barty - leaned closer to him and spoke again.

“This might be a bit forward, but could I have your number?”

“I don’t mind… yeah.”

“Brilliant.”

After they’d exchanged numbers, Barty got up from the seat, mouthed ‘call me,’ and went back to his own table, where his friend was sitting, looking unimpressed. He turned back to Pandora, still convinced he might’ve been hallucinating. Pandora was looking at him with an amused expression.

“Was I dreaming?”

“All real,” Pandora reassured him.

-x-

“Hey, gorgeous,” Barty whispered, turning to him, as they stood on the beach, hand in hand. Evan grinned and turned to him, taking in his boyfriend and everything he loved about him- his hair that was a bit more outgrown than it was a few years ago, his beautiful gray blue eyes, and, of course, those familiar guillotine earrings.

“Hey, yourself,” he whispered back, and Barty smiled, something soft and full of adoration. Evan’s heart melted.

“This might be a bit forward, but-” Barty dropped to one knee “-Evan Rosier, you are the love of my life. My Rosie, so would you do me the honor and marry me?” Evan was pretty sure he was holding his breath. He looked at the ring, and then again at Barty’s face.

“Yeah. Yes. Yeah, Bee, yes,” he said, pretty sure he was either hallucinating or hysterical.

Barty let out a laugh and stood up to kiss him, then slid the ring onto his finger. The ring was silver, with an emerald right in the center. It was perfect. “Am I dreaming?” He whispered into the night air.

His fiance - fiance! -  laughed again and leaned in for another kiss. Right there, a new ring on his finger, under the sunset, with his favorite person in the world, he didn’t need someone to reassure him that he was, in fact, not dreaming.

It felt beautiful, alive- real.

Perfect.