#the answer is me ofc

[blymathin-cove]

So what if I start another art project and not finish it!! Who's gonna kick my ass!!

[paper--moons]

🌙 Character Paci 41/?: Remy LeBeau 🌙

[tsuutarr]

Yandere! Love God x Reader

Soulmates do not always meet in every lifetime. Sometimes, a person may become a bird that soars the skies while their soulmate becomes a fish that swims the depths of the sea. Other times, a person may become a little flower in a field while their soulmate becomes a large cactus in a desert. More often than not, the stars must align for soulmates to meet in a single lifetime.

You, however, are the exception. You will meet your soulmate in every lifetime for as long as your soul exists.

After all, your soulmate is the God of Love, an immortal being that ensures that you will meet in every single lifetime. 

It doesn’t matter if you’re a little plant, an animal, or a human – he’ll always find you and love you. When you’re not there by his side, he patiently waits for the glow of your soul to return to the mortal realm.

It’s become a pattern of his, a habit. When you leave his side due to your life’s candle burning out, his world will be drowned in grayscale and monotony. He goes about his days without much care for anything, his duty taking the forefront of his mind.

But when you reincarnate, your soul colors his world with his love for you, brightening up his days. To him, it doesn’t matter what you are, just that you are – that you exist. Your existence takes the forefront of his mind, his body, his soul. He devotes everything to you for as long as he can, eager to dye you in his colors in every one of your lifetimes.

It doesn’t matter that you don’t remember him – he’ll remember for the both of you, filling pages and pages with his memories of you. It doesn’t matter that he has to start all over again in every single lifetime – he’ll gladly fill you with his love for you over and over again. Because, to him, you go beyond just being his world – you’re his universe.

So, for most people, the stars must align for soulmates to meet in a single lifetime. But for you, your soulmate forces the stars to collide so that he can draw your constellation next to his again and again for the rest of eternity. 

[eroticcannibal]

I'm still fascinated by the anti-sex people I saw on reddit and still so mad they wouldn't actually explain their stance to me like yes I disagree but I want to understand the specifics about like. What *exactly* is it about having sex that *requires* you dehumanise your partner. Why is this unavoidable. How does it work. What is making that happen. And instead they're just like "but your comment history says you were raped surely you should understand that sex is bad if you were raped" NO ENGAGE WITH MY QUESTION AHHHH I WANT TO PICKLE YOUR BRAINS PLEASE ENGAGE IN INTELLECTUAL FUCKERY WITH ME IM BEGGING

[poliodeuces]

having a lot of fun painting these two. i wonder what they agreed on

[pseudophan]

Could we [me specifically] umm get to know wy u reacted that way to the pina colada or cherry thing?

Like ik the cherry history- but pina colada...?

well so you see the thing is.

i love that you know about the cherry thing but not this post specifically because honestly it's the worst one. like yeah the rest sure are . also something

but the piña colada one beats all the rest of them by a mile because WHY is PHIL the one asking. dan not-so-subtly bragging about their sex life on the internet is one thing, he did that all the time (lest we forget uma thurman watched me have sex was from this same week), but phil didn't really touch it (probably because of his much larger audience and more pg-13 content lol) except he just couldn't help himself here i guess

[ippilulu]

what does a golden boy do when he fails? - a Caleb fic

a/n: I'm getting into a bad, bad habit of writing Caleb fanfic whenever life troubles me for longer than usual. Anyways ya girl's graduating and job hunting is stressing me outtt This is inspired by Caleb's 'Pathless Realm' anecdote, and I'm sure I speak for all Caleb girlies when I went 'uhhh Caleb what' when I read this bit. And then the pain of theorising what he'd been through in the lab hit again. Infold when I catch you infold

Caleb tread lightly, his laughter cutting through the nervous chatter that surrounded them- yet another joke of his had fallen flat. If it were not the moment that it was, perhaps the joke may have seen a different fate, but for now all it did was cut a path through the crowd that allowed him to easily get to the front- where the scores of their final tests were there for all to see. He looked from the top, his easy smile tightening as he realised his name was first.

But that wasn't what caught his attention.

As others realised the same truth, the chatter grew louder, now accompanied with stares and fingers pointing at him. Not because of him coming first (which may as well have been a universal truth at this point), but because his scores were perfect across the board, except for one- where he'd failed so horribly it may as well have been on purpose.

Gideon came from behind him, hitting him on the shoulder. "Hey man, did you decide to give a chance to the rest of us too by flunking your mental health evaluations or something? You could have atleast seemed like you'd tried, ya know..." The nervousness of the crowd dissipated into laughter, and Caleb smiled along, nodding and shrugging. "Something came up that day, so I missed the test. Not like I did it on purpose." "Sure, sure, our star cadet could never have failed anything after all!" The laughter became louder, Caleb's smile brighter.

He quickly excused himself, saying that he needed to share his scores with his family. But as soon as he was alone, he frowned at his screen, a mail icon blinking up at him innocently.

'Caleb Xia, you are recommended to sit for a re-evaluation of the mental health examination. This includes:

10 sessions with a mental health counselor

1 session with your academic counselor

A final retest at the end of the sessions

Please report to your academic counselor at the earliest to discuss further details.

Onward and upward!

DAA Adminstration'

What bothered Caleb wasn't the fact that he'd failed (although it did sting quite a bit- after all, he was the star cadet who effortlessly got everything he wanted- something he took pride in even if he always made it seem otherwise), but that he didn't know why he failed. Every other subject he just needed to memorise the text, memorise the angle or the signal or whatever it required and he'd be set. And his practicals were even easier, his Evol and general... himness making it almost effortless. But mental health... all he had to rely on was himself. And that scared him a bit the day of the exam, but he'd shrugged- How bad could it be?

Looking at his grand score of 0/100, apparently- very, very bad.

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"Caleb, we know you're not the type of student to do these things on purpose. You've been taking your academics very seriously from the start... so what happened here? Why did you choose to write..." His counselor pushed his answer sheet between them, gesturing at his handwriting. He glanced at the question on top of it- 'What do you consider to be the greatest challenge during flight missions?' Below it, he'd written- "It's hard to get home on time."

Caleb took a deep breath, remembering Gideon and Patrick's reactions to his answers. He'd joked around at the time, trying to make it seem a smaller deal than it was, but this bothered him quite a bit.

It was obvious, after all- if he asked someone, Hey, what are the right answers for this one?- he'd get weirder looks and possibly attention he'd rather do without.

"I'm... I'm deeply sorry for this, Professor. I think I'd fallen ill that day... But still, I'll make sure not to repeat this again."

The older lady nodded, her face softening. "Caleb, you're a good kid- you've had your head on straight all this time. But if you ever need help..." Her eyes swam with concern.

Caleb chuckled, tilting his head at an angle that would belie lightheartedness. "That's awfully sweet of you, Professor! But I'm alright, honest. If I ever do need anything though, you'll be the first I come to, I swear."

She laughed softly and gestured him out of her office, assuring him he didn't need to bother with the re-evaluation if he truly didn't feel like it- after all, it didn't even count towards their scores. Plus, one would be hard-pressed to find someone as dedicated to their studies and ambitions as Caleb, so it was all rather unnecessary.

Caleb was relieved as he walked out. Now he wouldn't need to ask Gideon any weird questions that'd make him more concerned, nor would he have to face the test and what it represented once again- that both of them had left something behind in that lab. She, with her multiple deaths and short lives, and him... apparently with what made him human.

---

"Caleb! You're coming home soon, right? I promised all my friends I'd treat them to your braised chicken wings..." He laughed, shaking his head to get rid of his thoughts. "Aren't I the one who'd be making them? How come you're already treatin' people to it?" She whined, and he hid his smile as he walked into the sun. "Caleb, you dummy! Weren't you the one who said you'd be my personal chef last year? This is the least I can do, then. Hmph." "Sure, sure. Whatever you say, pipsqueak. All you miss is my food, I've got the memo."

"I..." Caleb saw his friends wave to him, and he nodded to them, almost missing her soft voice. "Hmm?" "I... I miss you more. Come back home soon, dummy." She quickly cut the call, and he looked at her contact photo- a picture of him and her together, clicked last year when they'd gone to the amusement park- before keeping his phone back inside. Like instinct, his fingers grabbed the dog tag she'd gifted him, touching it to his lips softly like a prayer- before he let it fall back in its usual place.

There was no need to bother with the mental health evaluation scores. It's not like they'd help her if they were better. He was already her perfect Caleb, and that was what he'd continue to be, mental health be damned. He'd manage, as he's always been... Even if it was getting harder.

All he needed to do was become stronger.

Just as he'd always been.

[sonadowcentral]

Sonic, did you google what does 'dulzura' (what Shadow called you) means? :)

I took my phone back before he could >:)

[monstermonger]

Hello!! In your banner, what is the black and purple bird called? I recognise the blackcapped chickadee and the wren (?) but im not sure what the third bird is :O Thank you!

LOL omg no problem :D i’m happy to share!!

Birds (left to right): black-capped chickadee, steller’s jay, red-breasted nuthatch (my absolute favorite bird)

Here’s the plants too because why not c: (left to right): sugar snap peas, parsley (flowering), thyme, rosemary, chives (flowering), marigolds

[fafodill]

What do you think is our Snape attracted to? I don't mean gender, but like physical attributes, personality maybe even aesthetic of a person?

We all know he would supress any ounce of being attracted to someone, but what would get his attention?

Eyes. He'd be attracted to eyes.

Not a specific color, but what they convey. Are they hiding behind a mask? Being truthful? Emotional? He himself is acting exactly as he is: what you see is what you get. He doesn't shy away from looking in someone's eyes and he takes a sarcastic pleasure in seeing them recoil or advert their gaze.

But if that someone was to hold his gaze, then he'd be intrigued. There's an intensity to it. Something intimate. And as they get to know each other, it would convey things he cares about and need from someone: 'I see you. I'm not intimidated by you. I accept you. I care for you.'

And with time he'd come to really obsess over like their specific set of eyes. He'd memorize the color, the flecks, the way they dull with sadness, shine with happiness, crinkle with laughter...

So yes, eyes.

And for some reason I think he'd also be attentive to the way they move. I think he'd like a specific mix of natural and elegant. Someone with naturally elegant gestures in certain context but also being very bold and inelegant in other situations. He'd like the contrast.

Personality wise, it needs to be a strong one (or else they won't be able to keep up with him and his bullshit) and also loving (he deserves it). Aesthetically speaking I don't think he'd have a strong preference - personality is more important - BUT if they were a bit dramatic looking he'd quite like that (power couple, cloaks billowing together). He likes creepy/gory stuff, so if they were to share his taste a bit, they could look gothic together and hang inferi paintings in their living room and he's enjoy that a lot.

[myokk]

Hi! I'm still feral for these two, would you mind giving us some art of them in their later years together!?

Hello angel!!!!

Sorry it’s taken so long to respond🫶🫶 but I wanted to draw some new art for this ask💓

We have: Sebastian and Eloise trying out their new fancy camera with a selfie, pictures of them with their daughter, and finally…idk I just always felt like this drawing is when they’re a bit older💓

I want to take this ask as an opportunity as well to talk a little about how I imagine their future (I have no chill & you can ignore this and just enjoy the art if you want😇).

I am a COMPLETE pantser - I never know how a chapter’s going to end when I start writing it (I always just have a few scenes I know I need to include to keep the plot moving forward). Although I have different *big* scenes I’m always writing towards, and themes/plot elements I’m always foreshadowing (shout out to @elliecutte for catching *almost* all of my hints and appreciating my general no chill😆), IM STILL NOT 100% SURE HOW I WILL END THINGS !!! 😳 I have a lot of endings I see as possible, and I think soon it will become more clear to me what will work the best💓

HAPPY ENDING:

Eloise and Sebastian become Unspeakables. I have a LOT of thoughts on this profession that could be its OWN post, and I feel like Unspeakables are generally specialized in one or two departments, but as their interests/research change they also change.

Eloise becomes an Unspeakable in the Mind and Death departments, with the occasional foray into Time. Her ancient magic is connected with all of these things (my version of AM is NOT like the game) & the Department of Mysteries is one of the only places that gives her any useful information about these things. Plus she thinks too much (it IS her hobby after all😆💓) and is very introverted so a hermit job like this is a perfect fit.

Sebastian becomes an Unspeakable as well, but I feel like it takes him a long time to specialize in anything, if he ever does. I just feel like becoming an Unspeakable is the adult equivalent of sneaking into the Restricted Section🥹🫶

They grow old together (I won’t explain TOO much) & have a lovely little family🥹 at least one daughter that they both dote on. Sebastian had an amazing childhood (idyllic until it wasn’t), and wants to give his daughter the same, and Eloise works hard to make sure their daughter feels the love that she never had growing up🥺

When Sirius is burned off the family tree, Eloise and Sebastian take him in🥹🫶 (they’re like 100 years old but WIZARDS LIVE LONGER…) The same happened to her all those years ago, and she wants him to know that his whole family hasn’t abandoned him.

Eloise LOVED her nieces - Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa - when they were younger, but as Voldemort becomes more powerful & people realize WHAT he’s doing, she has to separate herself from them. Her heart breaks seeing Bellatrix go mad, and seeing Narcissa engaged to a Malfoy out of obligation😔 (iykyk)

I haven’t thought any more about happy ending but I think it’s fun to think about how their future story might weave in with the actual canon events, ESPECIALLY since Eloise is a Black🥹💓

SAD ENDING:

After Sebastian gets his hands on Slytherin’s relic, it really starts to consume him and makes him even MORE obsessive than his natural tendencies - I imagine it similarly “talking” to him like Slytherin’s locket/horcrux did in Deathly Hallows (😳)

Eloise is deathly afraid of the changes she’s seeing in Sebastian and steals it from him (he would never willingly give it to her ESPECIALLY if it starts to feel like a precious item to him)

BUT the relic triggers the latent Black Family Madness in her - the madness that afflicts almost every woman in her family since…🤭 - and she herself starts to lose touch with reality. Her body and soul are already destroying themselves between the curse and the ancient magic inside of her, and the relic is what triggers it in her.

Sebastian becomes an Unspeakable, focusing on the Mind, in a desperate attempt to find a cure for his Eloise🥺

He never gives up his research, and sometimes when he comes home she is lucid and they talk about his research - otherwise, he just loves and takes care of her.

(He’s never successful in finding a way to reverse what he feels he caused in the first place - his ambition and single-mindedness is, to him, the reason why all of this happened)

Honestly who knows if I end their story either of these ways😌 I just love thinking of AUs and different endings and I have a few others I’ve considered as well!!! And whatever endings I don’t write will be immortalized on this blog and in my art as well🙏

[bg-brainrot]

Would You Still Love Me? (Astarion x Tav)

Featuring: Astarion x Rogue!Tav

Series: Fits into Love at First Knife, AO3 link here

Summary: When you ask the question, 'would you still love me if I were a worm?' Astarion's response surprises you in more ways than one.

Tags: POV Second Person, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Fluff, silly goofy mood, act 3 unascended Astarion

Word count: ~1.7k

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You’re chatting with Astarion over dinner at the Elfsong when a question strikes you. It’s an odd one, and you’re not sure if you should ask it. Your curiosity builds as you consider Astarion’s possible answers though and, by the next lull in conversation, you can’t help yourself.

“Astarion?” you ask, spearing a potato on your plate.

The vampire swirls his wine glass, watching the red liquid fall into place before answering, “Yes, dear?” 

“Would you still love me if I were a worm?” The question spills out of you, sounding even sillier than it did in your head.

Your lover blinks at you, as if he couldn’t possibly have heard that properly. But when your expression doesn’t change, your eye contact doesn’t drop, no admission of jest is to be seen, he finally says, “Darling, what kind of ludicrous question is that?”

“Well, would you?” you counter, pointing at him with your fork before popping the potato in your mouth.

His face grows pensive as he thinks. It’s a few seconds later before he asks a follow up question, “What type of worm?”

You finish chewing as you think of the worms you know. Not many admittedly– life in the city meant that free patches of earth are few and far between. So you answer the only worm that truly comes to mind, “The earthworm kind.”

“And I would know that it’s you?” he asks, leaning forward now. It seems like he’s invested in the question now, despite his initial reaction.

You nod, as if that’s a given. “Yes, you saw me transform.”

“Hells, I was hoping I could pretend not to know,” he says with a smirk. 

“Wicked man,” you retort, shooting him a responding smile.

Astarion’s face looks thoughtful again as he considers the developing situation. “Could I turn you back?”

Now you shake your head vehemently. What use was the exercise if magic would fix you? “No, nothing could turn me back. I’m simply a worm from now on.”

“Hmm, and are you certain that you would love me?” He raises an eyebrow at you in challenge, as if he’s cornered you in your own mischievous little game.

“Of course,” you answer immediately. “I don’t think my little worm brain would be able to think of much else.”

“How sweet… I think,” he says, cocking his head. You suppose it is, though you had meant it as fact. “Well then, one final question, if you would?”

You nod, gesturing for him to continue with your fork. “Go ahead, I’m an open book. Or worm, in this case.”

“How long do worms live?”

You blink, having not expected such a question from him– and truthfully also due to not knowing the answer. “I don’t know. Maybe Halsin would?”

Astarion locates the druid, sitting a few tables away talking to Wyll and Karlach. He raises his voice to be overheard in the din of the tavern. “Halsin, be a dear, how long do earthworms live?”

“A fantastic question, Astarion!” The druid’s voice carries easily with excitement. “It truly depends on the conditions of the worm, but anywhere from a few years up to eight years.”

You balk at that fact. A worm can live how long?

“I’m happy to tell you all about ideal soil conditions–”

Astarion cuts the man off with a loud, “Thank you!” Then he turns back to you. “Well, there you have it.”

“Have what?” you ask in response, confused at the turn in conversation.

“You would live at most eight years. I’m immortal, my love. I think I can manage less than a decade of loving a worm,” he says, rolling his eyes at you.

You’re not sure how to take the casual way that he speaks of your impending wormy death, but you find it oddly comforting to know that he would in fact still love you. You honestly hadn't expected that. “So you’d keep me around? Made sure I stayed healthy and safe?”

He nods, as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. “Naturally.”

You can’t help but laugh at the idea of him keeping you as a pet worm. It seems almost unbelievable. “You wouldn’t throw me into the nearest patch of dirt? Or worse yet, let a bird take me?”

“Gods below, dear,” Astarion responds, aghast, putting a hand over his heart as if he’s been truly, deeply offended. “I would never.” Then he gets a far off look in his eyes and adds, “Well, maybe never. I suppose it depends on if I needed you as bait. But I’m certain I would be able to rescue you after the fact.”

“I would allow it,” you say, with a short nod. “If you’re using me as bait, it’s likely for good reason.”

"And after you pass? I would miss you terribly of course," he says solemnly, with his most maudlin, tragic expression.

"You'd better. And I expect the best soil for my burial," you say, pointing your fork at him threateningly.

“Of course, darling,” he says, only the hint of his smile visible from behind his wine glass. He takes a sip and looks at you again. “Now, why would you ask such a thing?”

You shrug, entirely convinced it was just a passing thought. But, as you poke and prod at your food, you find yourself answering, “I don’t know. What if, before this all ends, something happens to me. I already come with my own scars and problems, gods know how much worse it can get.”

Astarion stares at you over his wine glass, processing what you've just said before responding, "My love, believe it or not, I'm a vampire. I have 'scars and problems' of my own. If you think that anything could happen to you that I wouldn't be able to handle, you'd be sorely mistaken."

You hadn't expected him to say such words so sincerely, and you find yourself a bit taken aback. You love each other, you'd said as much on the night Astarion had been freed from Cazador, but it still feels a bit intimidating to know how deep that love could run. Apparently earthworm deep.

The idea that this man, who would rather bathe in blood than touch an inch of dirt, would continue to love you? Well, despite the inane premise, you find the warmth in your heart to feel very real.

"What about you, darling?" he asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. "If I were to become a worm, what would you do?"

You answer quickly, "Easy. I would still love you, probably keep you on my person, and offer you blood or other sustenance when you need it."

Astarion looks at you aghast. "Sweet hells, do not put me in your pocket."

"And why not? I would be extremely careful, and then I would never lose you," you respond, explaining yourself logically. "Besides, even as a worm, who knows what kind of trouble you'd get yourself into."

"I should be saying that to you," he says, placing his wine glass on the table, serious now. "I can't believe you would put me in danger like that. I fully expect you to place me somewhere nice, like the lawn of some pampered Upper City noble."

You think about his proposition for a second before shaking your head. "But then I couldn't take care of you. What if you get stepped on?"

Astarion considers your counterargument with narrowed eyes. “Ugh, fine. I shall stay in your pocket. But I expect you to clean it regularly. And I demand that you get a new lining for it. Silk, preferably.”

“Easy enough to do,” you say, nodding along. “You would be most comfortable worm this side of the Chionthar.”

At that, the man looks pleased, picks his wine glass back up, and reclines back in his seat. “Good. And, for what it’s worth, I'm sure you would make a very cute worm.”

You’re not sure if that’s meant to be a compliment or an insult, but you suspect it’s the former. “Thank you,” you say, smiling at your lover. “You would make a dashing worm yourself.”

“Are you both expecting to turn into worms any time soon?” you hear from behind you. You turn around to see Halsin standing tall over you. His tone is friendly, warm as he continues, “I would be happy to take care of either of you.”

You can’t help the blush of embarrassment that comes over your face. You’re also not sure how to take the words. Is he asking to adopt you both, as worms? Gods, how did you end up here… So you look back to Astarion who is now shooting you a look that says, Now look what you’ve done.

“Err, no Halsin. It was just an odd little conversation we were having. Sorry to cause you any confusion.”

“No need to apologize, my friend,” he replies. “Though if you ever do need help, you know where to find me.” He gives you both an affectionate smile before heading off. 

While it’s nice to know that others would care enough to take care of you as a worm, you’d meant the question to be solely for Astarion. You’re left burying your face in your hands to hide your shame.

“So, darling… what did we learn?”

“To never ask Halsin about earthworms,” you mumble through your fingers.

Astarion gives you a ‘tsk’ before responding. “No, my dear. If either of us turns into a worm, we must hide that fact from Halsin." He scrunches his nose in distaste before continuing, "I refuse to live in whatever healthy soil he’s found for us.”

You snort at Astarion’s conclusion, but still find yourself agreeing. “Fair enough. Better yet, let’s try to keep ourselves at the very least bipedal.” The two of you share a laugh, but in the back of your mind you’re already thinking of your next question. I wonder if he would still love me if I were a mimic? I suppose there’s only one way to find out.

[heyimkana]

I don’t know if other people can go into the shadow realm that don’t have his powers, but if you can, imagine in the dating stages of their relationship, Jinwoo takes reader to the shadow realm and meet all the shadows there and see the statue they have of her. She’s in awe and she’s just spends the day playing with shadow, lowkey forgetting about Jinwoo

HELPPPP THAT'S SO CUTEEEEE him giving her a little tour around the shadow realm 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i can imagine beru taking the initiative to make sure the whole kingdom is spotless clean. like he'll go around, ordering everyone he sees to clean the area and be like "if I espye a mote of dust upon the casement, thou shalt be hanged by the neck!" he'll be soooo annoyinggg

i can also tell his girlfriend would be genuinely excited and happy to meet all the shadows, trying to remember their names one by one, maybe even ask them what their favorite flavor is so she can bake them some cookies next time. jinwoo was nervous at first like he was afraid the shadows were going to look a little bit too creepy for her to handle so he's genuinely relieved when he sees her having fun.

he falls in love with her again when he sees her panicking when igris goes down to his knees and bows his head to her and she's like "omg please don't bow to me, i'm not a princess" and he's like "but milady, yes, you are." and she's like "NO i'm not" and she turns to jinwoo and she's like "jinwoo please help??? please tell him i'm not a princess" and jinwoo laughs and he says "that's right, igris, she's not a princess." and she breathes out in relief but then jinwoo adds with a smirk and a kiss on her temple. "she's my queen."

her head explodes, the shadow realm rejoices

[h1biscvst3at1m3]

Hey big bro cool dick, I've never like actually seen one up close before! Can you give me a closer look? Please? Pretty please? I promise I won't tell mom or dad I just wanna see!

aw, yeah? you know your big bro is home whenever you need him to be, okay? i keep my door open for a reason.

as for my dick, i'll show you everything about it, okay? i'll make sure you know all the sensitive spots to find while i fuck your mouth hard enough to make sure i know you won't tell our parents and you'll like it.

yeah, yeah, i'll spoil you with cupcakes and sweets for your sore throat, stop whining <3

[themeraldee]

Do you think homelander would be like those boyfriends in those videos online when the boyfriends will shake their heads at their partner when watching something like a rom com, reality TV show, or shows like ya know vampire diaries, gossip girl, ect and makes fun of it then leaves the room "judging" them, only to come back and stand glued to the TV bc they actually got invested in the drama and sit down next to them to watch it together . I feel like homie would make fun of shows like that and then secretly sneak back in, tryna see what happens next then when his partner turns around and catches him watching they just pat the seat next to them being like "Come on, ill restart the entire show for you since you like it sm" and he'd be grumbling but end up sitting down and watching it? Sorry if this is worded oddly and if you dont know what videos I'm talking about

HAH! I haven't actually seen the videos you mean but I know the trope. You know what I totally see him watching trash TV (alongside 'girly' TV shows). Like he'd lowkey get into the storylines and like you say begrudgingly be sitting down and watching from the start bcs dammit at least this is more entertaining than Deep's interview that was running live on a different channel.

Just give the man a hobby, I beg. Also it'd be nice for him to get a routine with his partner going. Like okay we gotta make sure we watch our daily episode. Can't go to bed without our ritual.

At the end of the day, the content doesn't matter. He's doing happy normal people things and spending time with his SO. What's not to like!

Get cuddled up and cosy in some jammies and a soft blanket and you're golden!

[meo-eiru]

Gonna close asks again rq until at least I'm done with the masterlists