#(just most of the time)

[rapidhighway]

Going to my prof to ask her to let me draw robots this semester keep your fingers crossed

[arainesque]

for future reference

authors note:

have a blurb I cooked up because I feel horrible about my posting schedule. (I must've been horribly subconsciously inspired from all the wedding talk and wedding fics sue me.)

word count: 801

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Holding George’s hand was one of Matty’s favourite things. A throwback to the past, a symbol of a shift in dynamic. A small thing that solidified that what he had with George was something else, something special. Something that Matty had done one day and never really stopped craving since. Something that used to make George blush so prettily, head tilted away from Matty in a futile attempt to hide it as his hand was gripped tighter, walking side by side.

He’d always found excuses to touch George’s hands, when he was sleeping facing Matty and they were right there, resting just in front of his own face. The innocent linking of pinkies while George was still fast asleep. Lingering too long when George passed him a lighter. Picking his rips for him only to have him whining about soft hands the next day.

Matty fiddled with the rings on George’s fingers while his head rested heavily against his shoulder. He had one hand around George’s wrist, feeling his pulse keeping time with the heartbeat against his ear, the other twisting and turning the metal jewellery around and around. Watching it sporadically glisten when it caught the dim light from the television.

His head felt empty in the best kind of way, serene in a sense where the notion of calmness wasn’t instantly morphed into a painful version of boredom. A rare occasion where he was able to just be. Be close to George without any thoughts interrupting them. George watched the telly as Matty watched George’s hand in his own.

They were both in a good place, really.

“You with me?” George murmured, snapping Matty out of his daydream while pressing a firm kiss to the top of his head. Keeping his lips there as he waited for an answer.

“Yes.” Matty breathed, surprised to find his voice coming out a little croaky, wondering how long he’d been quiet for.

“Can I have my hand back?”

“No-” Matty snorted, mock-offended, lifting his head off of George’s shoulder while tightening the grip on his hand. “Be glad I didn’t take your dominant one.”

“Here-” George took the ring off his pinky and placed it on Matty’s index finger, something about the gesture made Matty’s heart stumble clumsily in his chest. “Now you have your own fidget toy.”

“Not as fun as when it’s on you.” He quipped back, instead of addressing the thoughts suddenly provoked to the front of his mind.

In reality, the role reversal had Matty’s breath catching in his throat. The sight of George’s hand engulfing his own slight wrist, the ring that fit snugly around George’s pinky slotting perfectly onto that finger. He wondered briefly if George realised. If it was intentional. Matty felt claimed in the least possessive of ways, claimed without restrictions. He wanted to be claimed by George.

The quiet returned, his hand still in both of George’s. A ring on his index finger and a dramatic voice at the back of his head that never wanted George to let go. A quiet voice belonging to the part of his subconscious that wanted George to file away the ring measurement. An estimate in his own possession. For future reference.

But then George kissed Matty’s palm and his eyes started watering.

“Would you marry me?” Matty said, quietly. Like he almost didn’t want George to hear him. Ready to let it go if asked to repeat it.

“Is that you asking?” George murmured, his breath tickling the skin of Matty’s hand, sending shivers up his arm that spread throughout his body, melting him from the inside out.

He’d heard George’s voice everyday without fail for the past twenty years and yet it still caught him off-guard sometimes. How deep it was, how he could feel the bass of it resonating within his own chest. How it soothed him. How it was so distinctly George.

“No,” Matty pondered, not like this. He closed his eyes as George leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on his cheek, leaving his skin tingling. “But would you?”

“I’ve agreed to weirder things you’ve proposed.”

“Be serious!” 

“Sorry, sorry-” George was giggling, having brought their joined hands beneath his own chin, pressed close against the warm skin of his throat. He could feel George swallowing. “Of course I would, you knew that, surely.”

“Yeah,” Matty said, surprised at how confident he sounded. George released his hand to wrap his arms around his shoulders, letting Matty slump his entire weight onto George’s side. His favourite place to be, where he could simply feel him breathe. “Just wanted to hear you say it.”

The silence returned, yet again. This time accompanied by George’s heart beating just beneath his ear, his index finger still sparkling with the silver band adorning it.

Because one day, he would.

[sennenpharaoh]

((That being said I feel like such a proud mun for giving my son one of the best nights of his life.

He deserves to be happy dammit

[fl-fearboy]

nonsense

[soulsxng]

This absolute menace (endearing) of a genius...

And this absolute menace (terrified) of a genius...

Made this fucked up lil' cinnamon roll (equal parts endeared and terrified)!

tagged by: @soraeia tagging: steal it and tag me!

[inbabylontheywept]

so once me and my wife were watching a documentary where a snake ate like a million eggs. that snake just went to fucking town on eggs. and the snake made the eggs look so good that i kept thinking about it, and thinking about it, and thinking about it, and eventually it was 11pm and i ran out of willpower and decided to eat one (1) singular raw egg just to prove to myself that the snake was surely a liar.

the snake was not a liar. texture is like, super important to me and raw eggs are very Texture so i had another one, and then another one, and then another one, and eventually i ran out of eggs.

i had like, fifteen raw eggs.

i didnt really know how to explain this momentary madness to my wife, so my Plan was to put all the eggshells into a grocey bag, and then throw that grocery bag in the dumpster, and if she never noticed that would be Excellent and if she noticed immediately i could lie and say that the eggs went bad.

except i cant lie very good, and of course with murphys law being such, i got salmonella.

so i threw up a lot and my wife asked me what poisoned me so and i tried very hard to dodge the question but i was oozing shame like oil from a room temperature cheese and eventaully i gave in and told her everything and to her enormous credit she was more flabbergasted than actually upset. she did make me promise to not eat any more raw eggs, which i have stuck to, and she gives me weird looks during nature documentaries now as if desire was the only thing keeping me from eating thousands of pounds of krill anyway i made a joke earlier about being able to eat my age in eggs and my sister in law in law made a drawing to comemorate the moment and also because it was my birthday. she's excellent. thank you 10000000% @cintailed. you should all visit her page and admire her work.

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

[cowboysmp3]

there’s something sooo sickening about how dunmeshis whole energy is like sometimes something terrible and awful happens to you and it changes you forever and nothing can make you the person you were before but there’s still love and there’s still sharing a meal together and there’s still living

[baristabomb]

...weird amount of dunmeshi fans have been saying being a caretaker in a relationship is the worst thing ever..marcille must want to killl everyone soo bad because doing things for people suuuucks sooo muchh

it's an act of love, not just a job i promise. we all want someone who's willing to take care of us in some way, just like how senshi shows care for others by cooking for them :'|

[a-drama-addict]

not caring too much about a fandom’s favourite guy is the worst. you’ll think “oh i’ll look into the tag see if anything new and cool’s there” and it’s just that fucking guy again

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"

just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[gravitycoill]

lil comic i’ve had in my head for a bit

[ot3]

i love the artistic stylings of studio ghibli as much as anyone else does but im kind of sick of anything with like vivid environments and big blue skies being branded as ghibliesque. because its like. you know where else you can hypothetically find some vivid environments with big blue skies? my friend the great and wonderful outdoors are here for you

[heyhoneylook]

Everyone please say hello to Sock!

She is very small!!

[frostedpuffs]

does anyone else hate that work takes up like 90% of your life and you literally are always working and have to form plans and important things and even seeing friends or eating meals around work. it's always just work. im spending my life just being At Work. i don't have time for hobbies or for seeing friends bc it’s always Work. like two days off a week isn't even enough because my days off aren't consecutive so i just spend those days exhausted or doing errands or house chores. there is not enough Time. all the time goes to Work. WHY IS LIFE THIS WAY. humans were not meant for this