#warm and fuzzy

[pinkishrat]

[thornyfluff]

Not gonna lie... I've been struggling... After having a REALLY bad day on friday, my LO picked up on that and decided they wanted to watch G1 together.

It was oddly comforting~ 💛❤️💙

[matchstique]

Raphie deserves all the pink roses

(Pink roses symbolize Gratitude and Grace💜)

Non blurred version :))

[avatarfan11]

*Korra and Asami walking through Republic City on a chilly evening*

Korra grinning: You know you’re really cute when you fuss over me.

Asami raising an eyebrow: I am not fussing i’m making sure you don’t freeze because you refuse to wear a hat.

Korra mock gasp: I survived the Red Lotus, giant mecha suits and nearly losing my bending but you think a little cold is going to take me down? And i am from the southern watertribe.

Asami deadpan: Yes because you’re stubborn and I will not let my girlfriend lose to chilly weather and because your from the southern watertribe doesn't mean you can't get sick.

Korra smirking: So what you’re saying is... you care about me?

Asami: *softly tucking the scarf closer around Korra’s neck* Obviously.

Korra blushing: …Okay, that was unfairly cute.

Asami smirking: Just returning the favor.

[thegayneapigs]

*someone* bit the doctor last night (and it wasn't mom!!) 🫣

Leo took another trip to the vet after some concerns he was having pain in his hind legs. poor lil chicken has some wicked osteoarthritis in his knees, so we'll be managing his pain as best we can.

he was rewarded with lots of veggies and treats 🥕🌿 (....even though he chomped down on the vet preeeeeetty hard)

he was in very good spirits for breakfast this morning. 💖

[wolfmoonwildflowers]

Bigger Dreams (Davrin x Rook fluff)

Read it on ao3 or keep reading below ✨

Word Count: 940

Rating: T

Rook uses she/her pronouns but is otherwise undescribed.

No CWs, just a couple of smooches and more warm/fuzzy feelings than should be legal.

Summary: Davrin and Rook share a cozy evening by the fire. Absolutely tooth-rotting levels of fluff packed into under 1k words. Not enough fanfic exists of this lovely, precious man (elf) so this is my contribution.

“I could get used to this,” Davrin drawls, dropping his pack to the ground near the entrance to his quarters. 

Rook peers around at him from the nest she’s made in his chair, grinning. “Get used to what? And how did you know I was here?” She resists the urge to reach out and make grabby-hands at him even as her imagination conjures scenes of them curled up here together, in front of the fire.

“Coming home to you sitting in my chair, safe, and warm, and waiting for me.” He leans over the back of said chair and kisses the top of her hair. 

Home. Home. Anywhere with him could be home.

She tips her head back so that she’s looking up at him upside down. Davrin huffs a laugh before dropping delicate kisses onto the tip of her nose and the corners of her mouth. “Let me go wash up. I’ll be back, aewnya.”

Hopefully he would be gone long enough for her to finish the chapter she was reading. Once he returned she knew it would be impossible to focus. These are the problems you want to have, she thinks, watching him pull the door shut on his way out.

—

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tuts, dodging her lips. “None of that until you’ve eaten.” He settles in the chair, pulling Rook comfortably into his lap and handing her a small plate full of fresh fruit and cheese with bread. 

She scowls but there is no weight behind it; Davrin had a sixth sense for knowing when she’s forgotten to eat. Rarely did his senses lead him astray. While she works her way through the meal, he busies himself. There is something so precious about watching him fuss with the thick woven blanket, making sure it covers her feet where they rest on the arm of the chair. This cozy comfort of domestic bliss, no matter how fleeting, is all-consuming. She could happily stay like this, with him, forever. She would never grow tired of it.

“Thank you for bringing me dinner,” she hums, leaning to sit the plate gently on the floor.

Davrin pulls her against his chest, one arm around her slightly-bent knees, the other around her shoulders. She presses her face to his neck and lets out a contented sigh. 

“Anything for you,” he promises.

And she knows he means it. Not in the grand-romantic-gesture way — although he would mean that, too, she knows — but rather in the quiet, mundane way. The way he brings her food when she’s forgotten to eat. The way he makes sure her feet are never cold. The way he wraps his arms around her and keeps her from falling apart. They had found a surprising reverence in caring for one another like this. It was more than she could have ever hoped for. He was more than she could have ever hoped for.

Rook finds exhaustion catching up with her, soothed by the rise and fall of his chest, the steady thrum of his heartbeat. Her eyelids are suddenly so very heavy. She almost misses the soft murmur of his voice, stirring when his fingers brush the hair from her face. 

“Hm?”

“Stay here tonight,” he repeats, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

She smiles, teasing. “Trying to lure me into your bed, are you? Scandalous.” Her eyes are still closed but she can feel his smile in return, the corners of his mouth pulling up against hers before he kisses her. The press of his lips is so gentle that it makes her chest ache.

“You have no idea just how many scandalous things I plan on doing to you,” he whispers. Rook’s eyes flutter open at that, but Davrin just smirks. “But not tonight. Tonight, I only want one thing — one thing more than anything else in the world — and that is to fall asleep with you in my arms.”

“Has anyone ever told you to try dreaming bigger?” Rook jokes, raising her hand to trace the line of his lips with her fingertip.

“You’re right, as always.” He kisses the pad of her finger, then pretends to consider. “Let me see… a bigger dream, hm… Okay, I’ve got it. The thing I want more than anything else in the world is to kiss you right before you fall asleep so that you will dream of me.”

“Bigger,” she prompts.

Davrin plays along, happy to indulge her. “I want your face to be the first thing I see when I wake up.”

“Bigger.”

“I want those things for more than just one day. I want them every day.”

“Bigger,” she insists, gasping and giggling sleepily when he rises from the chair and makes to carry her to the bed. 

Getting under the covers like this is no easy feat. Neither of them want to let go of the other. Eventually, Davrin shifts, guiding Rook’s legs around his waist. He cradles her close to him, pulling back the blankets and hefting both of them onto the mattress.

“I want you to imagine a future with me,” he whispers, making sure she’s comfortable before reclaiming his place on top of her and leaving featherlight kisses along her jaw. 

The heavy weight of his body is so comforting, so real. Rook scratches gently along his scalp, humming at the way she can feel the tension in him melt. 

“It’s going to go to my head, you know,” she says, finally.

“What is, aewnya?”

With one hand still stroking his hair, she lets the other hand search for his. Their fingers intertwine. “Being able to make all your dreams come true.”

—

Footnotes:

aewnya - my little bird

I haven’t finished the game myself but from what I can find on the internet it doesn’t seem like Davrin has any pet names for Rook SO I bastardized Tolkien’s elven language and made my own. Linguists, avert your eyes; I am so sorry for this sin.

aew Sindarin, noun, meaning (small) bird

-nya Quenya, pronominal suffix, 1st person sg. posessive, “my”

[theintrovertedextrovert]

°•°•The Princess and the Frog (2009) •°•°

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This movie was one of the most aesthetically pleasing Disney movies and I absolutely love the art style.

My favourite Disney movie.

[tsigaravaria]

[celerymist]

A bear and a book

[mother-lee]

[nadiapodoroska]

ELENA RYBAKINA in Warm and Fuzzy

[natalievoncatte]

Another piercing wail cut through Lena’s skull and almost sent her reeling to the floor. Her teeth ached from grinding and her hands stung from the process of boiling bottles. Yet, she steadfastly refused to hand off this duty to someone else. When she and Kara decided to try for a child, Lena began grooming Sam to take her place as CEO and created a researcher emeritus position for her in the advanced projects department. That was taken care of.

What she hadn’t anticipated was the weeks without sleep. Little Jeremiah had a set of lungs on him, and the slightest provocation set him wailing. Kara had offered to leave CatCo and take care of him full time, but Lena insisted they care for their son equally, no matter how chivalrous and selfless Kara wanted to be.

It was more than that. Lena was never going to be a stay at home mom, but she would be damned if she was going to be an absentee mother. She’d be there for every school concert, every field trip, every precious moment and she’d bury him in love.

She just had to get through this first.

He didn’t need a fresh diaper. He’d been fed and burped. He didn’t seem to be tired. He just kept wailing. Lena was at her wit’s end, tears welling in her eyes. She was about to call Alex and beg for help when she heard the door close and Kara calling her name.

“You’re supposed to be at work,” Lena protested, as Kara stormed into the kitchen.

Her wife was on a mission. Kara didn’t ask any patronizing questions- she knew Lena was doing her damndest to be the world’s greatest mom. She simply swept behind the kitchen island and wrapped mother and son in a gentle hug, surrounding their son in the presence of his parents.

Kara closed her eyes, gently rested her chin on the top of Lena’s head, and tucked them both into a hug. Lena knew what was coming next and let it sweep over her. The low rumble in Kara’s chest quivered in her bones as her wife began to purr.

The effect was instantaneous. Jeremiah’s cries softened and turned into soft gurgling sounds as he squirmed in Lena’s arms slightly and relaxed, the tension easing out of his tiny muscles.

“Hold onto him.”

Kara scooped them both up with ease, cradling Lena on her arms as she had so many times before, and she was once again reminded that being held by Kara Danvers was like being held by a castle. Kara bore them both gently into the bedroom and lowered Lena to the bed, then kicked off her shoes and joined them, the deep vibrations still emanating from her chest.

“You’re supposed to be at work for another two hours.”

“Not until you’ve had a nap,” said Kara. “I’ll take him and then I can go back when you wake up. I can tell you’re exhausted, zhao.”

“Can we just stay like this a little longer?” Lena whispered.

Kara pressed a soft kiss to Lena’s forehead and smiled against her skin.

[swamp-lense]

New rug ♡ (2025)

[mooandroo]

A surprise picnic… doubled! 🍞💖

Roo brought snacks for Moo, but Moo had the same idea. What followed was laughter, sharing, and a gentle, heartfelt afternoon. 🌸

Sometimes the best surprises are the ones shared. ✨

[yzy-starpants]

Get ready to get warm and fuzzy with your favorite person because winter is coming! ❄️❤️☕

From S3E6a, "Snowball Effect"

[geetsjitters]

Do y'all ever feel like Tumblr is just like, a big campfire. And we're all gathered around with hot dogs and marshmallows and corn on the cob and freshly caught fish telling stories. And sure, most of it is exaggerated. Some of it is downright fictional. But we laugh and cry and get mad and overall have a good time. Because times change and the world spins faster but humans have always loved a good story. Our campfires just look a little different now.