#//MY HEART

[melodyplucked]

@inspotlight | "i need more time with you"

i really need you to hold my hand

there's nowhere he could imagine being but by her side right now. not when she's giving birth to their first child. it may be uncommon, for the father to be there for the birth of the babies here, but he knew he wanted to be there for his wife, more than anything. to make sure she's looked after and so they can meet their baby together. he doesn't want to just be there to celebrate after, he wants to support her through the whole thing.    ❝    i'm here, my love. i'm here. you can squeeze it as tight as you need.    ❞     hand grasps hers firmly, reassurance of his presence, of his support.    ❝    you're doing great. and hopefully it will be over soon...    ❞     he supposes the midwives and doctors around them should be the only ones to say how long this may take, but he's heard soon, and he's going to take it. especially as he knows she's in such pain.    ❝    i love you so much, my wife.    ❞     he leans over to press a kiss to her forehead, poor dear damp with sweat which he now wipes with a handkerchief. anything to keep her comfortable.

[reddragonprincess]

[ Spin ] - The sender lifts the receiver into the air, spinning them around. Don’t get dizzy! [ Archanea ] - An old minuet originating from the Kingdom of Archanea, a true classic that has stood the test of time. Due to its difficulty, successfully executing the dance is an achievement in and of itself.

He ambushes her with the swiftness of night and behind billowing mantle, and creeping upon her in the circle of twirls and pirouettes claims her hand for his own and hassles her against him, and it is all he may resolve to hold fast to his humor seeking to spill.

He moves before protest can challenge him, and in their land's dance he leads her - that one he instructed to her, whereupon she trampled his toes and bumped his chest, but age had guided her more nimble now, and there is martial grace where once there was bumping limbs.

"Do you remember," He begins when the cello sings, and at its pinnacle he lifts her, twirling her as once he would in springtime fields during the festive season. "When I taught you this dance?"

He bids her return to the ground, and yielding pearls from his coat-pocket presents them to her.

"Loathe me for an eternity afterward," He grumbles. "But for the evening I am your brother. You have ... Maria to thank."

Minerva was usually accustomed to sudden and unexpected attacks –war had obliged her to be cautious in every single situation, even during the common events. But that time was different: she was enjoying a ball, she was drinking and she miraculously happened to lower her guard, letting others approach her without any particular difficulties. That, until an unfamiliar yet homely feeling struck her guts from the inside to the outside, leaving her with a twisted smile, tending to a disappointing expression –him.

She felt his touch on her body, unusual; his hand grasping for hers, guiding her into the dance hall with a steady pace and actually following a rhythm that immediately came up in Minerva’s mind as something very unique and very well-known –it felt like  h o m e.

The dance continue and she didn’t even matter the question that she was twirling in the air, with a bewildered expression and a trembling body that almost collapsed against him: she remembered everything about that particular dance, she remembered everything about those particular moments, she remembered everything about the endless times the two of them spent the afternoon together, with Minerva being completely hopeless in learning such difficult execution.

“…How can I forget about it?” she responded with a dim voice and her feet touched the ground once again, as she listened to Michalis being a real brother once again, after so many years of avoidance and ignorance. Her lips turned into a sad grimace, eyebrows frowned as she wasn’t expecting such delightful admission from a fleeting presence like him. She remained silent for several moments.

“Maria always knows how to deal with us” she loosened the tension on her lips, sketching a very brief smile upon her face, not really knowing if it was wise to lower her guard in front of him, once again. “But know that: I’ll always be your sister, no matter what” she paused, “And you’ll always be my family, like Maria” and she lowered her gaze, staring at the brooch identical to the one she was wearing on her dress –maybe it was a sign, maybe it was a coincidence, but brotherhood could not be extinguished so easily.

[b4rredteeth]

𝄢 (dorothy/pesor)

This song is my favourite Dorothy/Pesor vibe, them still being young together and sharing this thing together that feel so important and perfect.

[muertarte]

A paper bag is left at Metzli’s gallery, along with the stack of books they requested. The bag smells terrible. Inside is a fawn’s head.

Metzli smells the bag from their office and immediately rushes to the front to get it. They think it’s a thread at first until they see the stack of books Regan said she’d give them. They smile fondly and head to their hidden room to handle the fawn head the same way they saw Regan handle the raccoon.

[ofsweetness]

@inspotlight​ ||  NONVERBAL PROMPTS ( ACCEPTING )

35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep .

he’s tired but he can’t sleep yet, she’s fast asleep in his bed. they’re figuring out how to love again, but it’s going well. better than well even. it’s like they’re falling back into their rhythm without missing a single step. they’ve spent a lot of time at his apartment, more even than before they made things official again that night he’d finally kissed her not too long ago. so as a late night turns into a sleepover and he lends her his shirt, he’s the happiest he can be to just lay there beside the girl he’s confident is the love of his life. ricky smiles warmly at her, no doubt she’s definitely sleeping even as she scoots in closer to him as he rolls over towards her himself. feeling her against his body like this is nice. she’s nini- and she’s here... with him. no doubts- no questions... she’s really here. that’s everything he could’ve ever wanted, a few weeks ago, a few months ago, or now tonight.  ❝    i love you.    ❞  he whispers as though she’ll hear, but it doesn’t matter that she won’t. he’s making sure she knows. he’s happy to be saying those oh so important words to her again. they’ve never been more true. 

[arinrowan]

So I hate facetime but have two small nephews who live very far away and wanted them to know who I was. So when second nephew was born, I started sending first nephew (4 years old) a postcard every week.

The content wasn't anything special. I made cookies, I saw this flower, my cats did this. He likes trucks and machinery so I scoured redbubble for anything related to machinery and got a giant batch of machine postcards. Whenever I traveled, I'd hunt down a postcard for him.

My second nephew turned four this year, and I started sending him postcards as well. Both of them like Pokemon now, so mostly it's been double Pokemon postcards every week. I don't hear much from them, or my sister, so I just generally hope they're enjoyed and try to remember to mail them before Sunday.

However. This week my mom informed me second nephew likes the postcards SO MUCH he brings them into daycare to show around. And when I shared that with my sister, she told me not only does he bring them into daycare, he sleeps with them at naptime.

The only higher honor would be for her to tell me he's eating them.

[hjarta]

[spooksier]

young artist posting your work online, heed my warning. im holding your face so gently in my hands, you have to stop caring about numbers right now and start caring about making the weirdest and most self-indulgent art you possibly can

[stump-not-found]

i like you because of your terrible personality, generally awful demeanor, and inability to watch 3D movies . not despite

[brainrotcharacters]

When irl pisses me off, I rewatch the Honda Odyssey scene to relax

[hotvampireadjacent]

https://x.com/treborrhurbarb/status/1819855330232480252?s=46&t=kvJFP3BjKnMEl5NO2bJUMA

[camilleflyingrotten]

Thinking about the Good Omens S1 body swap…

LATER

[smthaboutuss]

That one tweet that’s like “oh that’s gore… that’s gore of my comfort character” but in the absolutely most positive sense u can imagine, with rainbows and dolphins in the sky etc.

[tammykaos]

✨🦄🐬🦖🌊 I JUST WANNA BE PART OF YOUR SYMPHONYYYYYYY✨🦄💖💕🐟🐬

[rhymewithrachel]

Time to break out the gamecube

[chiljax]

i just KNOW vanessa ships poolverine