#i’m a sap

[laur-the-cat-prince]

adult Nicaise AU. also my version of Nikandros

[moxanji-real]

I’ve noticed that most of my mutuals aren’t One Piece self shippers, but I genuinely love and respect all their ships, no matter where they’re from. To me, their ships are so REAL and CANON, and it’s such a joy to see how much they love their f/o. I don’t need to share the same source to fully adore their ships and treat them with the same excitement and care. Honestly, I wouldn’t trade my mutuals for anything—they and their ships mean so much to me, even if I’ve never seen the source. It’s just something I felt like sharing, because it makes me so happy and grateful to have them. 😤💞

[bunnybeaches]

kiss me will forever be my go to romance song

KISS ME OUT BY THE BEARDED BARLEY NIGHTLY BESIDE THE GREEN GREEN GRASS🗣️🗣️🗣️

[improbabledreamgirl]

FAKE DATING BUT THEYRE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER

[buckybarnesslutshop]

why is it when i decide it’s nap time im suddenly like hm. soft. emotional.

[tiredlilguy]

I suck at stardew and whoever is making those Harvey hozier edits I will slap u because how DARE u get me back into stardew ;;w;;

[squidthusiast]

“I could listen to your laugh all day”

[weepingwillows-sweethibiscustea]

[loveyhoneydovey]

18+ mdni, age gap and smut (this one is a little different and possibly ooc but it’s one of my fave tropes ever so i hope you enjoy it anyway. and ofc it’s a little messy)

michael robinavitch who assumed he was destined to spend the rest of his life alone. it’s not like he thought he’d be celibate till the end of his life or anything, but after a few relationships and tons of life experience, he made peace with the fact that maybe “happily ever after” wasn’t for him, that his relationships weren’t meant to last, but they brought him happiness nonetheless.

so imagine his surprise when he finds himself drunk on an impromptu vegas trip with a gorgeous giggly young thing sitting on his lap in a little corner booth, looking at him with heart eyes. the feeling that seeps through his chest combined with the quickening of his heart rate have him panicking for a brief moment, was a heart attack in the middle of a vegas club the way he’d go? he could already picture abbot standing on his grave laughing. but as you lean in closer and he gets a whiff of your perfume, (was that pistachios and cherries? his mouth was already watering), his drunk brain finally catches onto the fact that he wants to devour you. and when your hands come to rest against the roughness of his stubble so your soft lips can finally press against his chapped ones, he’s a goner.

and when he wakes up the next day it’s to the sound of soft snores and an oddly comforting weight on his chest. he looks down to find your body subconsciously wrapped around him like he’s the single most important thing in your universe. it’s not like he’s any better though, his arms are securing you tightly against him with an almost desperate grip. it takes him a second to recall the memories from the previous night. the details are slightly fuzzy, but he’s never been one to forget anything, even when drunk to point of passing out (mostly during his college days, he doesn’t think his body could take that type of abuse anymore).

so imagine his face when the moments of rough (borderline animalistic) fucking and soft tender love making come rushing back to him. when he remembers the cheshire cat like smile on your lips as you kissed and sucked on his freckled neck until you reached his grinning lips, your nipples rubbing against his hairy chest, his hands possessively gripping your ass. when he remembers being captivated by the blissed out look on your face, a look that had him puffing out his chest in pride as he kept pounding you into the hotel room mattress, your pussy gripping him like a vice, completely drenching him. when he remembers the way you reverently whispered his name over and over, while he held onto you like you were the only thing capable of bringing light into his gloomy life. not “dr. robinavitch” or “robby”, but “michael”.

and imagine his face when the most important part of last night makes it back to the surface of his mind as his eyes zero in on the glimmering rock resting on your ring finger. when the delicate whispers of you two vowing to love each other until death do you part suddenly have his chest feeling uncomfortably tight. and when the sight of your ring starts to blur with unshed tears because he swears he’d never know what peace felt like until that moment when he was in your arms last night. like nothing could get to him here, like he was safe and loved.

[sleeplessdreamer14]

Pet names ♡

[morganski-19]

Steve seeing something on tiktok and trying it on Eddie

Steve: You know what I kinda really want right now, an orange

Eddie: Do we even have the oranges?

Steve: I’m not sure

Eddie: *getting up* Let me check. Nope, be back in ten

Steve: *to the camera* I was not expecting him to go that far

Ten minutes later

Eddie: *comes back to the apartment with a bag of oranges* Do you want peeled or sliced

Steve: Peeled

Eddie: Ok

Steve: *looking at the camera* I think he passed

Eddie: *handing Steve a bowl of peeled orange slices* Passed what?

Steve: Nothing

[theavidindoorswoman]

Still true.

Smiling into kisses is right up there with forehead kisses on the swoon scale.

[jewishicequeen]

Bart: Well one of us is gonna have to change and it’s not gonna be me

Day 4, guess the prompt:)

[softkostyk]

obsessed with the concept of jeremy saying I love you to jean in french the first time he ever says it. it’s quiet moment, and they’re not even talking about anything in particular, but jeremy just can’t keep it in anymore. jean’s face changes, his gaze sharpening, eyes tracking Jeremy’s face and jeremy thinks oh no. I’ve screwed things up. he scrambles to say jean doesn’t have to say it back, and he’s right, it’s too soon (jean has said nothing of the sort), and he should forget about it and pretend it never happened but jean suddenly goes—say it again. Jeremy’s mouth opens and closes, because honestly, this cannot be happening to him. then he does, he says it again, quieter, and he’s barely finished the sentence that jean is taking his face in his hands and kissing him. jeremy’s brain just about shuts down, lost in the kiss, overwhelmed with the love he has for this man. and when they part, foreheads touching, jean says, moi aussi. me too.

[spookys4pphic]

Nosy gf who will ask you tmi questions carelessly X gf who’s caught off guard but will answer anyways

[closetnerd62]

ITS THE WAY THAT DARRY SEES PONY BEFORE SODA DOES AND JUST FREEZES. UGH IT HURTS!

AND THEN pony starts to make his way to darry but is caught by the others and darry almost looks away and he keeps sheepishly and nervously folding the paper and wiping his hands on his pants!! THE AGONY!!!

i thought i had a clearer version but i was wrong 😅, still though here's the previews hoods to heroes reunion scene. im p sure it the exact same that @trekkiehood posted btw !