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[inpursuitofnunchi]

No one:

Not a single soul:

My brain in the middle of work:

[lionfloss]

Her one leg sticking out

[riricitaa]

# cinematic parallels 

[bachirasbodyguard]

LOOK AT HIM

[1angeleveryday-ish]

Your art is consistently some of the best angel art I've ever been blessed to witness. Seriously thank you for making such beautiful pieces

I need you to know THAT THIS IS THE NICEST ANON IVE EVER GOTTEN 😭😭😭 it motivates me so much wahhhh ty

[hearteyesdiaz]

HENREN BABY GIRL NEXT SEASON?? 🥺

[snoopylovessoup]

[lotus-pear]

SIGHHHH BSD REREAD…................I MISS THEM SO MUCH :(((

[strifezz]

Gojo and his kids <3

[horseshoemybeloved]

THIS IS SOOOOOOO FUCKED UP PATRICK ENRICHMENT TIME PATRICK PIANO TIME HE PLAYED SPOTLIGHT THIS IS SICK THIS IS FUCKED FOLIE AND SOUL PUNK LIVE AGAIN PATRICK IS IN HIS HEALING AND GROWING AND EMBRACING AND THRIVING ERA

[touden-laios]

FALIN TOUDEN | Dungeon Meshi, 1.24

[artist-rat]

some epilogue vibes (an excuse to draw some hugs. and my durge so many times)

[sibylsleaves]

This is genuinely apropos of nothing but I am thinking about how annoying I find it when people insinuate that shipping is like, somehow diametrically at odds with being invested in a narrative for its own sake because like……I have rarely ever been interested in a ship that was not itself an expression of the narrative themes and character arcs. Investment in the narrative IS the very reason I care about a ship.

I feel like it makes no sense to pretend like these are entirely separate activities (although I understand for some people they are/can be) when to me MOST of the time, for most of the things I seriously ship, they are inextricable.

[transgnckon]

Trans Kon commission I got from @saphicsol !!

[seiwas]

papa nanami and how he can't decide which fleece jacket he should buy for his little girl—

they’re tiny, the length of the fabric spanning his two palms and a half. he’s thinking hard on this one—tan or pink? tan or pink… tan or pink.

the store is closing soon; the only free time he had was after work, now, half an hour before dinner. he should hurry so he can go home already—to his little girl and you.

he sighs, holding the jackets up again. tan or pink...

hm.

he makes his choice.

.

when he arrives home, crouching low as his little girl comes crashing into him—the shopping bag falls to his side, hands holding her close. you peek from the kitchen, smile warm and in love.

kento always makes it in time for dinner, no matter what.

after tickles and giggles and a big munching on her cheek, your little girl pulls her papa by his pinky, dragging him over to you.

you always give him a kiss on the cheek.

“welcome home, my love.” you whisper by his ear, setting the last bowl of food down on the dining table.

you spot the shopping bag by the foyer, sneaking him a look, “did some early gift shopping?”

he follows your eyes, picking up your little girl as he sets her down on her seat.

“bought some fleece jackets for her, before it gets too cold.”

your lips curl up, knowing you chose the right man; his foresight, the way he looks after you both—it makes your heart swell as you walk to pick up the shopping bag.

when you pry it open, you’re met with fuzzy bundles of tan and pink. you snort, “couldn’t pick?”

he flushes, cheeks turning the same shade as the fabric in front of you—he points to his suit, “she said she wanted to match with me.”

your mouth forms an ‘ah’, still smiling, “and the pink?”

“i thought it’d look cute on her.”

he turns to your little girl, grip tight on her silicon utensils as she stabs around her food. she’s almost on her way to full sentences now and it shouldn’t make him this sentimental, but it does.

he wants her to stay this tiny forever.

his little girl.

“what do you think, baby?” you hold up the pink jacket beside you, speaking to your daughter.

she giggles, silicon fork in hand as her bib bounces; her eyes, the same brown as her papa’s but shaped like yours, sparkles, “pwitty! pwitty on!”

“papa always has good taste doesn’t he?” you look at your husband fondly.

your little girl babbles, giggling.

and nanami doesn’t know what he did to deserve this—your little family, but if he has to buy every fleece jacket in the world to keep you both warm and toasty, he will.

he’ll even make you all matchy.

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@kentoangel @em1e @augustinewrites @crysugu @soumies @itadorey @mididoodles thought about u all while writing this 🥹

[k1himari]

Once upon a dream~