#Squeals from CUTENESS

[iraia-gamer]

LOOK OF WHAT I FOUND ON PINTEREST!!!

My reaction when i found and Saw it:

(crédits of Who made the art from Pinterest)

[preciouslittletoonette]

S'cuse me- just gonna

[amelia-yap]

Hiii First of, I looooove your Dragon Weiss AU and designs for her and he fam. So I was thinking, What would it look like if Whitley (wanting to be a protective baby brother that he is) wanted to intimidate the rest of RBY and showed them his full dragon form, but it doesn't quite work cuz he is fluffy and way smaller compared to his sisters so he looks huggable instead of menacing?

Again, love ya work smuch!

yeah! he is friend shaped! Both schneeblings are absolutely protective of weiss (she suffers a lot in my timeline) (favorite character curse) i think he would be a bit self-conscious of his dragon because he's fluffy. he lets winter do all the intimidating , he does all the verbal threats he wants!!

[solomiracle]

i just know that whenever solomon gets a text from you about doing some cute married couple-eqse thing together he has to fight the urge to giggle and kick his legs

[blind0raven]

[joyfuladorable]

Watched the first two 90s movies, and I think it's absolutely adorable that April gave Mikey a panda plushie to use as a pillow 🧡🧡

[darkwing-katy]

Oh my fucking GOD Harold and Grace are so fucking CUUUUUUUUTE im dying here

[rintoorou]

NEW SUNA ART NEW SUNA ART ‼️‼️‼️⁉️

HSBDBANDBAJDJJWBDW OMGNDJEKW …. i mean hey!

[chewysgummies]

Nobody gonna mention how in any previous episodes, the dombot has that scary ass voice, but in the Showstopper- they just have that weird ass voice instead?

[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

Would you write oliver with the stomach flu or food poisoning?

Bro, this one made me so freaking giddy! It's soooo cute!!❤️

TW: emeto

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The notes on Oliver’s desk seemed unreadable. The lights and his computer screen were too bright. Everything was going from hot to cold to hot to—

“Brown, how’s it going over here?”

Oliver startled as he realized that Dan, the paper’s editor, was standing right behind him.

Forcing himself to look more awake, Oliver smiled and said, “Oh, everything’s going great. I’m just trying to keep it interesting. Rugby isn’t all that entertaining to write about.” Nor to watch, he thought, remembering the excruciating hour-and-a-half he’d spent watching the game for the sports section of the paper.

“Alright, well, keep working,” Dan said. “Remember, we’re short staffed thanks to this damned flu.” He looked across the room to where another one of the writers—Harriet Fordson—was all but sleeping on her desk. Dan stalked over to her, loudly saying, “Fordson! Look alive, it’s not your fucking naptime!”

Oliver ran a hand down his face, downing his whole mug of coffee and focusing on his article.

It was a whole hour of writing, re-writing, and more re-writing before he emailed the finished piece to Dan, and then he left with his notes shoved lazily into his bag.

He was exhausted and felt like shit, to say the least. For one, he’d spent the last night staying up and studying for three different exams, finishing two assignments, and drinking cup after cup of coffee until about 4 in the morning, and he’d woken up at seven in order to get to his first class by 7:30.

He knew he must’ve looked as shitty as he felt. And since he’d woken up, there was a churning in his gut that wouldn’t go away, but he summed it up to just being hungry since he’d had twelve cups of coffee in the last 24 hours and no food. He was done working for the day. He could get something to eat, and then go home to crash on his bed for twenty hours with his cat.

Yeah, he’d do that. Now he just had to figure out what he wanted to—

“Olive!”

Oliver couldn’t help but smile as Isaac came up beside him. The blonde practically radiated Golden Retriever energy, so it was impossible not to smile.

“Hey,” Oliver said, his voice as tired as he was.

Isaac seemed to pick up on this instantly and his own smile faltered slightly. He raised a brow, looking over Oliver’s disheveled appearance. “Well, don’t you look all bright eyed and bushy tailed.”

Oliver rolled his eyes. “I’m just tired, that’s all. And hungry.”

“I was gonna head out and get some subway,” Isaac said, still grinning. “Wanna come?”

Oliver agreed instantly.

The two boys wound up taking Isaac’s car over to the subway, but on the drive there Oliver felt the ache in his stomach and his headache get worse. And once the two boys had their subs, Oliver felt nauseous after just a couple of bites.

Isaac looked across the tiny subway table and saw Oliver’s grimace as he forced himself to swallow another bite. Setting down his own sandwich, Isaac frowned and asked, “You okay, Olive?”

Oliver nodded without looking at Isaac, taking another forced bite. Isaac’s frown deepened.

Oliver wound up forcing himself to eat the whole sandwich, knowing he had to have some food in his stomach instead of just coffee. By the time he and Isaac were back in the car though, he’d gone three shades paler.

“Want me to bring you back to campus so you can get your car?” Isaac asked, but Oliver shook his head.

“Just take me to my place, please.”

During the drive, Isaac talked. A lot.

He was talking about some friend of his in his psychology class, about his little sister who he was planning to go see that weekend, about his new neighbor who was driving him crazy with blaring loud music, and about—

“Isaac, stop.”

In an instant, Isaac stopped talking and glanced at Oliver. The black-haired guy was glaring out the window, looking almost green. “Olive—”

“I’m gonna throw up,” Oliver said, his voice shaking a little. Saliva was quickly filling his mouth and he could taste not just his sandwich but also his coffee.

“Shit,” Isaac cursed, looking for somewhere to stop. “Okay, crap. . . Um, open the glove compartment. There’s plastic bags in there.”

Oliver did just that, hastily opening the glove compartment and grabbing a bag. He opened it just in time to throw up his undigested lunch.

Just the smell made him gag again and continue to puke into the bag.

Isaac cursed softly. Then said, “I keep the bags in here since you get carsick.”

Oliver, still hovering over the bag with a string of drool on his lower lip, was suddenly aware though that this was not carsickness. He swore under his breath before muttering, “I think I got the goddamn flu, Isaac.”

The blonde’s eyes widened. “Oh.”

Again, Oliver gagged and threw up into the bag. The plastic bag was getting heavier.

Oliver was so busy trying to keep his gut in check that he didn’t even realize that Isaac had made a few turns in the wrong directions. They stopped sooner than they should’ve since Oliver’s place was about ten minutes from the subway, not five.

When Oliver looked up and saw Isaac’s apartment, he groaned and dropped his head. “You kidnapped me again, asshole.”

Isaac chuckled and got out of the car, going around to Oliver’s side and opening the door. “Yeah yeah, you can never escape my evil clutches,” he said teasingly as he took the bag from Oliver’s hands. He took the bag over to a trashcan in the parking lot and tossed it in before going back over to Oliver.

Oliver was standing outside the car now, leaning heavily against it. Even more color had drained from his face, and Isaac felt a pang of worry. His own bout with the flu had been real life hell. Knowing Oliver, the smaller guy was gonna have it far worse.

“C’mon, lean on me,” Isaac said, grabbing his best friend’s arm.

Oliver leaned against him with a dizzy whine, trying to swallow down the nausea. Once inside Isaac’s apartment, Oliver beelined for the guest bathroom.

Isaac took a second to grab a rag from his kitchen and a water bottle before going after Oliver.

In less than a minute, Oliver had thrown up in the toilet and was now gagging harshly over the porcelain bowl.

Isaac wet the rag with cold water from the sink before crouching down beside Oliver, wiping down his sweaty nape. “Just get it up. It’ll be better when you’re empty.”

Oliver continued to gag and puke, spitting the taste of his overly-sweetened coffee out of his mouth. Isaac cupped his forehead, hissing at the raging heat. I should take his temperature, the blonde thought to himself.

Oliver barely had time to breathe before more puke jetted from his mouth. Finally, though, he stopped and was left sweaty and panting for air.

Isaac wiped the puke off his best friend’s chin before coaxing Oliver to sit back against the wall and wiping down the black-haired boy’s face with the cold rag.

Oliver’s headache was worse. His body was aching even more. And his stomach—oh God, his stomach—felt like someone had run it through a fucking garbage disposal or something.

There was so much pain, and Oliver even felt a little close to tears because of how bad it hurt. Is this how it felt for Isaac?! And for all the other poor souls that this flu had gotten to?!

“I’ll get you some fresh clothes. You sweat though these,” Isaac said softly wiping the cold rag down Oliver’s flushed cheek before standing and setting the rag on the counter. He opened the water bottle, handed it to Oliver, said “small sips”, and then left.

Oliver blinked heavily, everything seeming hazy in his slight delirium. He wanted to sleep. He just really wanted to sleep.

Isaac came back with some clothes in his hands. He helped Oliver take off his shirt and pants, leaving him in boxers before helping him put on a plain white t-shirt and some shorts.

Isaac had also brought a thermometer and held it up to Oliver, saying “Under the tongue.”

Oliver, dazed and sleepy, obeyed. Isaac watched the number climb before it beeped and stopped at 101.7 °F. Shit.

Isaac sighed and took the thermometer, setting it on the bathroom counter. Then he crouched in front of Oliver again.

“I feel like shit,” Oliver groaned. “Was yours this bad?”

Isaac knew his wasn’t. Oliver had the stomach of a five-year-old, and Isaac had known that this stomach flu was going to hit his best friend hard eventually.

Instead of answering, Isaac grabbed Oliver’s arms and said, “You need to be in bed.”

Oliver allowed himself to be pulled up, but as soon as he was on his feet it felt as if all of his blood went rushing down and his head felt detached from his body. He swayed, feeling the world tilting to the side before Isaac’s arms wrapped around him.

“Holy shit,” he heard the blonde curse, and then Isaac lowered himself and Oliver to the floor since, clearly, Oliver couldn’t even stand.

Oliver felt so dizzy. So sleepy.

Suddenly, one of Isaac’s arms was under his knees while Isaac’s other arm went around his shoulders, and the blonde scooped him up bridal style.

It was no struggle; Oliver weighed practically nothing and Isaac may not have still been a jock like he was in high school, but he was still strong.

Oliver closed his eyes, pressing his temple to Isaac’s shoulder to try and ease the throbbing pain in his head.

In a matter of seconds, Oliver was laid down on a bed and he felt sheets pulled over him.

He didn’t open his eyes, but he could hear moving around and suddenly there was something wet and cold on his forehead. More moving around, the lights in the room darkened behind his lids, something was set down next to the bed, and then Oliver felt Isaac climb into the bed next to him.

He opened his eyes then and looked to his side. Isaac was laying down next to him, and Oliver frowned. “I might throw up on you,” he mumbled, making Isaac smile and laugh.

“Y’know what? I’ll take the risk.” The blonde got comfortable on his side, scooting closer to Oliver, and then his hand flattened on Oliver’s stomach.

The irony was not lost on either of them, and the second they locked eyes they both smiled and laughed.

When Isaac’s hand started to rub gently, Oliver felt his cheeks grow warm and he hoped that Isaac didn’t notice.

Isaac’s head wound up on Oliver’s shoulder, and Oliver couldn’t help but think about how warm and comfortable he was. Finally, he could sleep. And as he allowed himself to drift off, three words kept playing over and over in his head:

I love you.

[cheesecake-bich]

I just finished watching Earthspark (for now) and I'm not even kidding when i tell you

I strained my throat so hard. it's just dry, after 2 words it shrivels up

BECAUSE I fucking screamed so hard seeing THE👏🏾HARDEST👏🏾pull up 🗣️🔥I EVER FUCKING SEEN🗣️🔥👏🏾👏🏾. LIKE, this isn't even close. I watch a lot of cartoons.

I LOVE dramatic character entrances, I've seen a ton and when I see one it makes me giddy and ACTUALLY jump around, stand up, and yell in my room (like Football dads.) It's peak. YOU KNOW IT'S PEAK WHEN I SAY IT'S PEAK I thought TFA had top-tier entrances (I'm a sucker for 2d animation). THIS TAKES THE CAKE. The whole fucking bakery

It's cinematic, it's fucking awesome, it's during a time of semi-crisis, it's the bad guys coming to save the day and stealing the show cause lets be honest the Decepticons are better in every way (except for Wheeljack and Grimlock they are THE main characters), IT'S FUCKING DECEPTICONS RIDING A DECEPTICON.

THEY ARE THE GUYS. It's the THREE DEFINITIONS of HIM. They know they're the fucking best and they're rocking that.

Also Hardtop is the fucking goat. He LITERALLY CARRIED. Literally 🗣️👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

Hardtop is the goat, no questions, bro fucking carried the fight, WITH THAT BADASS BITCH SOUNDWAVE, WITH HIS SILLY BILLY BROTHER SWINDLE (Like you could see how happy he was on the ground 😭🙏🏾)

that being said watch Earthspark or I'll eat your ham sammich.

[ruins-of-tragedy]

Imagine you like a girl. She strums her guitar and makes your heart skip a beat. You have been friends for some time. When a position opens up in your band, she is the obvious answer. You have your first live performance together. It's great. You think you have a real shot with her. But then some junior turns around bearing a heartfelt compliment. And you can only watch as your best friend, your crush, falls head over heels. Courting this lady with everything she has. Pulling out all the stops. However, the newbie is still confused. And you can't take it. So you let her know. Tell her to figure it out soon 'cause you love your friend. The kind-hearted soul who deserves someone absolutely sure about her. The same person working to serenade the one she wants with a sweet little original song. During your next live performance. You do it. And of course she says yes. You would too. Even sans the grand public display of affection. You now have a front seat as the two keep falling hard and fast for one another. Do the things you wanted to do. With her.

Then. And then, and then, and then. Your old bandmate comes around again. She never went away. Was always in the periphery of your mind. Is now part of a new band. They are good. Skilled enough to sound like pros. You still don't know why she left. Gave you all a poor excuse. Something about refusing to be bogged down by lazy folks. That's not the real reason. You know it. A bet is wagered. Your band wins, your old best friend reveals why she decided to quit so abruptly. Somehow, your crush's girlfriend gets mixed into all of it. So much so, the newcomer is able to arrange a confrontation. That's how you find out your old bandmate, your old best friend, loves you. She left 'cause you were busy yearning for someone else, while she threw away the letter detailing her heart. So of course you figure out your feelings. Realise you are happy for your old crush and her girlfriend. Decide to take a page out of their love story and sing your best for the girl you still think of just as fondly. By some freak miracle, it works. And you end the night in her arms. Dancing around the fire, your cheeks still aflame from her kiss.

[whoslaurapalmer]

it's not necessarily that i WANT people to call work phone bc. phone calls. however i'm prepared! i've got scripts! i've got a pleasant customer service voice that according to my brother sounds NOTHING like my normal voice! i've practiced thinking fast in terms of unexpected responses! i've put in emails 'you can email or text or call!' i've got the phone number in the email body AND in my new fancy email signature! i've got a great voicemail message! but i've had. no calls today. not even a TEXT

[mochinon-yah]

I... I AM SO UNWELL OMG

Spoiler for manwha "There Are Too Many Second Male Leads!" Chap 42 down here:

[mozillafirecat]

It's thinking about my squink hours,,,

[leafywillow]

iris has a hard decision on her hands!!

HELP I WANT ALL OF THEM