#LOVE!!!!

[teamnick]

Pierre and Charles in the FIA Press Conference. Qatar Grand Prix, Thursday 28th November 2024. Photos by James Moy

[crazykuri]

it’s just soooo 🥹🫶🏼

[meowzfordayz]

perfect

Saying I love you without ever saying I love you. Saying I love you watching the sunrise. You hate waking up early. Saying I love you 2 hours in on a 4 hour drive. You’re singing at the top of your lungs, passing the time as stars glisten and gleam above. Saying I love you by pausing when they trip over their own feet, your breath held as they slowly right themselves, and consequently, the world. Saying I love you as you wait. Wait for them to catch up, wait for them to smile, wait for them to thank you for waiting for them, though you’ve never once expected their gratitude. Saying I love you with terribly long text messages, drafted over days of too busy to call, too busy to swing by, but never quite busy enough for them to leave your mind.

Saying I love you as an offer to drive them home. You want to invite them in, but would that be too soon, too much, too shallow of an excuse? I love you as an offer to pick them up. Somehow, both of your days sucked before you showed up at their doorstep with your car, but the rain feels like love when you’re following their footsteps in it. I love you when they sleep in your bed, you on your couch, both wishing you didn’t have to be alone. Both wishing you could say I love you. Saying I love you as night turns to day turns to night, stolen naps making up for priceless hours of Don’t break the spell. Saying I love you as your fingers intertwine. Laughing, marveling, at a warmth that for now, For right now, belongs to you. Only you.

Saying I love you as friends because people should be more comfortable loving—cherishing—their friends. Not saying it for the same reason. Were we ever just friends? How can you say I love you as a friend when your love spills over, forms a puddle of What if? Saying I love you when they recognize their own feelings in your own stories. Every sentence of romance, of hope, of longing, resonating in their chest because These are their words and they cling to them because they could, possibly, maybe, be about them. Saying I love you as watermelon juice drips from the corner of your mouth, sticky as the midnight dew that awaits you.

Saying I love you in a fanfic because you can’t get That moment to dissipate. Can’t escape the promise of softness, the pondering of lips (that fleeting freeze of time when you’re staring, staring, staring, but you tuck your chin into their neck instead and breathe deeply because I love you is on the tip of your tongue and if you kissed them then they would certainly taste it), the aching desire to know for sure, for certain, if they love you too. If they can’t bring themselves to say it that way because it’s a one way street. Because it’s harder than saying I love you without ever saying I love you. Because it’s easier to let them rest their legs on your lap, to caress their cheek with a steady palm, to tell them I like you.

How silly everything is, that you can’t simply confess I love you.

[doodleddaisies]

THOSE SHARK DRINK POUCHES WERE SO COOL

[rabbitcake3o3]

Blake for valentines he will be a keychain eventually... BTW halfway through this my iPad officially killed itself so I finished it in ibis on my phone... Was really bummed so I haven't been drawing, but I'm feeling better about drawing again

[clownizide]

THIS WAS A GIFT FOR MY BFF @minimumwage-employee THE BEST AND BIGGEST ROCKET ENJOYER I KNOW! stay silly~

[every-aj-needs-an-angel]

Lines from RWRB that made me laugh out loud/inadvertently snort tea up my nose

Chapter 9

“So not another Henry?”

All the PowerPoint presentation titles 😂😂😂

The phrase “see attached bibliography” is the single sexiest thing you have ever written to me

The pair of you share an alarming number of traits, by the by: passionate determination, never knowing when to shut up

“Hope you’re ready to fucking party”

“Love, you and I both know you’re rounding up”

@estrellami-1

[mysicklove]

hi, how are you doing? you seem like a cool person. sorry if it's random, but have you ever watched hxh?

I LOVE HxH!!! KILLUA AND GON ARE MY CHILDREN I LOVE GHEM SO SO OSO OSDOOSOSOSO MUCH

[farmhandler]

That last malevolent episode (the free release) 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[tennessoui]

I noticed you have songs connected to a lot of your fics, so I thought you might enjoy the fact that Love Is A Wild Thing by Kacey Musgrave reminds me of more than one of your AUs! The line “blooming in the shadows” feels very cheatingAU, and the nature and wildness generally feels like the lumberjack!AnakinAU. “Even if you lose it, it will find you” reminds me of a lot of your obikin stuff, but time and tide is the first one to come to mind.

ahh this is amazing thank you for sending this in !! I actually really like a lot of kacey musgrave’s stuff but I haven’t heard this song !!! 🙏

You’re absolutely right I love the line blooming in the shadows for the cheating au it fits perfectly for it…

and omg you mentioned lumberjack anakin au, so automatic amazing and you’re also right!! You’re so right.

also “if you lose it, it will find you” sounds both like a time travel au (like time and tide) or like a very persistent stalker au. Meet cute gone wrong. I accidentally got coffee on your shirt and I’m so sorry but also I use your dry cleaner details to track you down for another better meet cute in a bookstore or something.

[windowsandfeelings]

Tonight I was like, “well, I should watch ‘The Girl in the Locket.’” (Which is usually my go-to Nancy Drew episode when I just want to watch one.) (I love the Nancy and Ryan stuff in that episode so much it makes me !!!!! The ritual scene??? I could watch it a million times. And I have.) And then from there I went to “The Ransom of the Forsaken Soul.” ‘Cause I love pain. And then I just...started season 4 over from the beginning? Again? 

Anyway. 

“The Danger of the Hopeful Sigil” makes me feel INSANE. ABSOLUTELY FERAL I CAN’T BELIEVE IT’S REAL. It’s been weeks and I’m still just. wow. WOW.

(I also cannot believe the CW still hasn’t fixed the fucked up act breaks in the streaming version yet. They’re not just wrong, they are truly as poorly placed as you could possibly manage to misplace them.)

I’m just enjoying this season so much, and I’m so excited for where it’s going and so dreading that it’s going to end in a mere 6 weeks and so unsure of what I will do with myself after it’s over. What will my next hyperfixation be?? How long will it take for it to find me???

[cinamun]

i am but a silent observer, however i wanted to say that your stories, content and screenshots are wonderful. not many sims feel so lifelike and realistic, you really are wonderful at depicting people and their emotions, your writing is wonderful :)

FRIENDDDDDDDDDDDDD Thank you so much!! Y'all this feedback keeps me going so I really, REALLY value it. I will be taking this message with me throughout the remainder of this day my friend.

[meowzfordayz]

eyes

When your lover asks you, “What color are my eyes?” tell them you love them.

Instead of answering Brown, tell them how they make you feel. Tell them their eyes are endearing as melted chocolate sticking to the corner of your mouth. As earthy as damp bark after an autumn rainstorm, falling to pieces between your fingers, tucked lovingly into your coat pocket, a momento of where you were, what you were doing, of why you fell in love. Tell them how they taste. How meeting their deep, searching gaze settles sweet and timeless on your tongue, stirring a gentle shyness in your stomach when it darkens, desire glowing in flickering shades of umber and hickory. Instead of answering Brown, tell them I love you.

Instead of answering Blue, tell them about how often you miss them. Tell them their eyes sound like waves kissing your favorite shores, a childhood haunt that you yearn to see once more. Cobalt and prussian, lowlights of steel, moss, and pine. Tell them their eyes dance with the same passion that erodes cliffs, carves valleys between mountains, fills your cup to the brim until you’re sated and content. Tell them that watching them read is like watching the sky ebb and flow, like following a blue moon as it traces early morning into a stunning dawn. Instead of answering Blue, tell them I love you.

Instead of answering Green, tell them that thinking of them makes you smile. Tell them their eyes coax a sensation of peace, of mirthful laughter, from your chest, your pulse an emerald bright, a tangy basil, crisp as a pear — soft ferns caressing your cheek, doing little to steady the unsurprising truth: you can’t look away. Not now. Not ever. Tell them their eyes sing with the rustle of wild blackberry bushes, smell of spring grasses, dainty leaves unfurling in much the same way that their own eyes reveal an entire universe.  Instead of answering Green, tell them I love you.

And you, my love. I love you. [...] Of course I know what color your eyes are. You never have to ask. In fact, in hardly any time at all, I knew this little life of mine would be forever intertwined — with the color of your eyes.

[good-death-for-the-lonely]

me doing something small & nice for a friend: I INVENTED LOVE!!!!!

[biosurvive]

deadaim -> Leon wraps an arm around Chris' neck and guides him down into a sweet kiss before he pulls back away. Mirth flickering in his gaze as he flashes a smile. "I've got special for you once the kids are in bed, but..." Free hand lifts and presents his husband with a card envelope, simply decorated with a typical theme and addressed to his lover, "this will have to hold you over till then. Sorry, mine isn't hand-made like the kids , but I think it's sappy enough to make up for it."

Eggs and bacon were sizzling upon the griddle, a gentle hum leaving him as he cooked up breakfast for the family. Chris knew he wasn't much of a cook, his husband's culinary talents far outshined his own, but he could do breakfast foods, one of the two sorts of meals he knew he wouldn't completely fuck up along with grilling, so to say Chris enjoyed a little showmanship whenever he made pancakes or waffles or french toast would be an understatement. The kids were sat at the table, surprisingly quiet as they chattered about the latest movie they watched or if they all were going to go for a Sunday drive that day, and between them and his own task, he hadn't noticed Leon saunter up to him, his hum becoming more pronounced once their lips meet.

Mindful to not get any grease on the envelope, he accepts the gift with his trademark fully body blush showing on any visible flesh, his face, neck and arms noticeably scarlet, a visual that didn't go unnoticed by the children based on the chorus of giggles to their left. Even so, he's smiling affectionately, dipping down to brush their noses together before kissing him return with a quick peck. A beautiful moment that he'd cherish forever , filed away in the LOVE OF HIS LIFE folder in his mind, and a constant reminder that this life of his that Leon and himself built was perfect even when it wasn't. " Your gift won't be available for a few more days, but me and the kids have been working on it. "

His tone is a rhapsody, his delightful hum returning as he carefully slides the envelope into his large breast pocket and bumping Leon aside gently with his hip before he returns to his task of stirring eggs and flipping bacon. " And don't you dare try to weasel your way into finding out just what the gift is. The kids have been sworn to secrecy, you wouldn't be cruel to tempt children into becoming oath breakers, now would you? " The larger man is teasing, throwing an affectionate glance over his shoulder for a fleeting moment, lips curled into a smile. The gift wasn't much, but the thought itself would count, he wasn't much of a scrapbooker, but the kids had picked out the book and the colors and after a night of going through the tub of photographs they had found quite the selection that was sure to bring Leon to as much tears as the ones that had fell down Chris's own cheeks the moment he woke up an hour prior and their babies presented them with their handmade gifts.