#why not post it

[herbalyeen]

[alexalexinii]

snowbaz wedding cause im thinking about them aggressively

pseudo prequel to this

[theblackrook]

The air in the back of the flower shop was thick with the earthy scent of soil and the faint, sweet aroma of blooms. Light filtered through the single high window, casting warm golden streaks over the workbenches and walls. Davout worked methodically, his steady hands carefully transferring love-in-a-mist into terracotta pots, patting the soil down around the delicate stems. Each movement was measured, precise, and practiced.

On the other side of the room, Murat was hunched over a bouquet in progress, his lips pressed into a determined line. The table before him was a chaotic display of blossoms, white poppies with their silky, papery petals; sprigs of laurestine; clusters of pale primroses; and a single peach blossom resting at the edge of the arrangement. Murat's brows were furrowed deeply, his fingers dancing over the stems as if the fate of the world hinged on their placement.

Davout finished with the love-in-a-mist, brushing soil off his hands and onto his apron. Straightening, he glanced across the room. His sharp gaze softened as it landed on Murat, his partner so consumed by his work that he seemed a different man entirely; subdued, almost fragile, as he stared at the bouquet with quiet unease.

"Murat," Davout called gently, not wanting to startle him. He took a step closer. "Are you alright?"

Murat barely glanced up, his usual vibrant energy muted. "I don't know.. I'm not sure if it looks good enough," he muttered, his voice low and edged with uncharacteristic doubt. His eyes flicked back to the bouquet, scanning the interplay of white and soft pinks, his hand hesitating over the peach blossom that sat apart from the rest.

Davout watched him for a moment, considering the arrangement and then Murat's expression. The subtle slump of his shoulders, the way he gently tapped his finger against the table— it was rare to see him like this. Murat's flamboyance and confidence were like a second skin, yet here he was, vulnerable in a way Davout didn't often get to see. Murat glanced over his shoulder at Davout momentarily. "It has to be perfect," he insisted, a faint quaver in his tone.

Wordlessly, Davout's gaze drifted back to his own bench, to the freshly potted plants. His eyes lingered on the yellow carnations for a moment before he moved on. Instead, he selected a stem of ambrosia and a sprig of arnica, finding that their textures and colors complimented the bouquet's softness.

He crossed the room with quiet footsteps, tucking the ambrosia into the arrangement with practiced ease, its delicate blossoms filling a subtle gap. The arnica followed, its golden hues bringing warmth to the cooler tones of the laurestine and primroses. Davout adjusted the stems slightly before using his free hand to brush a stray lock of hair from Murat's face. "You're overthinking," Davout said gently, "It's beautiful."

Murat's eyes scanned the bouquet, lingering on the new additions. Slowly, his furrowed brow relaxed, and the tightness in his shoulders eased. He looked up at Davout, a faint, sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You always know how to fix things," Murat murmured, his voice soft, almost teasing but filled with affection.

Davout leaned closer, his steady hands finding Murat's jaw, his calloused fingertips warm against Murat’s skin. He tilted Murat's face up slightly, his thumb brushing over the curve of his cheekbone. "Only when it's you," Davout said quietly, his words carrying an intimacy that needed no further explanation.

For a moment, The bouquet lay forgotten on the table between them. The warm, muted light of the shop seemed to fade into the background as the world shrank down to the two of them. Murat slowly moved his hand over Davout's, fingers brushing against the rough skin before settling. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if savoring the warmth of Davout's hand against his own. Davout, still cupping Murat's jaw, tilted his head slightly, leaning in to close the small gap between them. His breath warmed Murat's face, and their lips met.

[intramoon]

Saturday Workouts ♡

You sure you don't want to take that break?

No, no, yeah, yeah, a break sounds good.

It probably wouldn't be a bad idea to turn back around now.

Wait, it's not a loop? We have to do all of that again?

Nes, if I have to do that again I might die.

[s1ushyz]

Bro got his vagina OUT.

[clifforders]

Barbie Luke!

[astrumocs]

Inspired by Lin's ponies to draw a couple of my own.. i've never drawn an mlp before let alone a horse, but they were still fun to make even if they're a lil jank, <3 And ofc it's Julius and Odarem featured here, my special guys,

[truthdawn]

uh oh anger

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LESBIANS: 2x08 - “Killing is a Cycle”

[gabrielora]

When I was younger and researching the autism diagnosis criteria and symptoms, I thought “oh I couldn’t POSSIBLY be autistic.” Because when I read “takes everything literally” I thought it literally meant EVERYTHING and I was like “I don’t take EVERYTHING literally, just most things!” And I just realized the other day that it didn’t actually mean EVERYTHING and that was an overstatement.

[some-pers0n]

I hate how people will look at popular indie artists who had one or two songs go viral on TikTok and start making fun of anybody who listens to them. "Oh you listen to Lemon Demon, Will Wood, Jack Stauber, Glass Animals, and Mother Mother? Tsk, don't you know that is stupid TikTok neurodivergent white transmasc preteen music? It's so mid and bad you should listen to real music–" you are a pit of misery

[lightyakami]

it is genuinely bewildering to me that adult human beings do not know this but if you are mean to people they will not like you. like tbh they are probably also not going to like you if you are mean to other people but they are definitely not going to like you if you are mean to them. it doesn’t matter if you are funny or if you can use r/aita rules to prove that you are in the right. people simply do not enjoy being treated like shit.

[girldraki]

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

being called "cringe" by another tumblr user is just so..............my sibling in christ u are also on the app

[theboxfort]

Peace and love