#Exact same

[joffyworld]

YOUR LITTLE GUY IS AN ELEPHANT SEAL???? I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A MADE UP CREATURE

Yeah! I thought so too at first tbh 😭

But yeah, just an elephant seal with creepy human hands and a vague stare of cute existential horror. I love him, he's my baby.

[girl-intrigued]

Finally got a haircut and my neck feels so light ☺️☺️

[httpiastri]

Paul's dad did an interview awhile back with him and Ralf and someone posted it on their story but it's in Estonian

https://vikerraadio.err.ee/1608977783/kabi-ei-kuku-ando-ralf-ja-paul-aron

the cutest family

[yume-fanfare]

aira's solo being titled i love "love" ♡⁠ has the exact same energy as the new hshk ending being koi! koi koi (actually written as come! deep love)

[crowberri]

Alas kris is too short to do the same to susie

[arcanejude]

ARCANE 1.03 || 2.06

[evercelle]

if you're gonna be so dramatic, then ACT!

(this is a redraw of my first dr draw after playing ch 1.... SEVEN YEARS AGO... whew!!)

[nautilusing]

I just clicked on an angelfire website in the year of our lord 2025

[aerequets]

something something taking on the mannerisms of your loved ones

[odetokeons]

♱ Nosferatu (2024) dir. Robert Eggers ♱

+ bonus

[adam-scott]

WICKED (2024) + REDDIT TEXT POSTS

[daisy-the-wildflowerr]

Forever pushing the 6’4 Evan agenda

Rosekiller but Barty is shorter than Evan

Barty is literally 5’11”, Evan is just freakishly tall

[guinevereslancelot]

i would do anything to get to bed on time except go to bed on time

[xoxojisu]

thinking abt being scared to be too clingy w katsuki...

"jisu you seem like you think abt being too clingy a LOT. didn't you just recently write this fic and that fic that are basically the exact same prompt?" no you can sybau.

you’re standing in the doorway of his dorm, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

he’s sitting on the bed, back against the headboard, legs spread just enough to be inviting without trying. hoodie half-zipped, sweats hanging low on his hips, phone in one hand, completely relaxed.

you are not.

you want to sit with him. in his lap. be tucked in, held tight, kissed maybe once or twice until you melt into him like sugar in hot tea.

but your feet don’t move.

you feel like if you climb into his space first, it’ll make it obvious how badly you want it. how you’ve been thinking about it all day. how when you woke up this morning, a part of you was already aching for his arms.

and what if he doesn’t want that right now?

what if he’s tired, or busy, or just not feeling it?

you shift from foot to foot.

his eyes flick up for only a second before going back to his phone.

“you comin’ in or just gonna stand there lookin’ like an idiot?”

your cheeks flush a little.

“shut up.”

he hums. doesn’t banter. just sets his phone aside, like, completely, not even face-up, and looks at you properly now. tilts his head a little.

and you see it. the way his gaze softens. the way his mouth twitches like he’s trying not to smile, because if he does, the world will probably collapse or something.

he opens his arms. slow, easy.

“c'mere.”

you hesitate. not because you don’t want to. but because you do, and that’s the part that always scares you. you want him so much. you love him with your whole heart and soul and would spend every second being close with him if you could. but does he? are you being too much? too clingy? your own insecurity and self-doubt eats at you.

he catches that in your face. always does. so he adds, voice lower now:

“c’mon, sweetheart. don’t make me ask twice.”

maybe the nickname does it. or maybe it's his tone, or the look in his eyes. either way, it does you over.

you pad over quietly, still a little unsure, until you’re standing between his knees. he reaches for your hips, not rough like how he does most things, but careful, like he doesn’t want to rush you.

“lemme hold you, yeah?”

you nod.

and that’s it.

he pulls you in, smooth and easy, guiding you into his lap like you’ve always belonged there. one arm wraps firm around your lower back. the other slides up under your hoodie to settle warm against your spine.

he exhales deep, like tension he didn’t even notice was there just fell out of his chest.

“fuck. there you are.”

you melt.

your face tucks into his neck. your arms go around his shoulders. your whole body curls up like it knows exactly how to fit against him now. no more guessing. no more hovering.

he rubs your back, slow and steady, fingers dragging ticklishly but soothingly along skin.

“you don’t gotta wait for me to say it every time,” he mumbles into your hair.

“if you want this, just take it. always want you close.”

you nod against his neck, lips brushing warm against his pulse.

and he holds you tighter, just for a moment, like he needs to be sure you believe it.

you do.

masterlist

[silosbears]

i think alphonse would still experience depersonalization and dysmorphia even after getting his body back

[marlshroom]

dumbass post