#Let me wrap you in blankets

[ygodmyy20]

Okay this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile and I just gotta post it. I couldn't get this moment from @toastytoaster22's fic Don't Start Now out of my head from the end of the chapter. It just sat in my brain, being cute and adorable and warm like these two are! I 1000% felt like Shigeo's mom in the story, I can't with these two. They are so sweet.

I tried to get it to a soft-fuzzy-nice place which matched how I felt when I read it. I think i got there...? Sorta? Anyway gotta give thanks to Toasty for creating some of the most wonderful fics, they all make me feel so nice and happy every time I read them.

Also this started as a fan comic idea of the fic initially but my paneling skills are....weh not great haha but if anyone wants to see some REAL ROUGH comic outline it's under the cut. I do think one panel of Shigeo was nice.

[luna-lovegreat]

Hyrule's actually...

really not looking forward to the idea of the monsters being stronger

Look back...

In both mentions of monsters being stronger- He looks so scared. I want to hug him.

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Art from @linkeduniverse :D

@breannasfluff @la-sera

[obiwanobi]

Just saw gifs of Hayden training for rots and he looks so young in it.

Sooooo do you think that at one point during the clone wars Obi-Wan looked at Anakin doing something silly or the light hitting his face in a particular way and suddenly he saw the 9-year-old boy he took as a padawan, like "…oh Force that’s a child. I know he’s legally an adult and we knighted him, but this is the face of a boy. Look at those cheeks. He should be taking a nap right now. Why is this literal baby on a battlefield. I’m going to make him some soup right now"

[rustyreveries]

it’s beddy-bye time, bro

[randomness-is-my-order]

the pjo show’s just like: here is grover, a 24 yr old satyr and already a mom of two. send hugs and prayers and maybe a tissue box.

[volivolition]

What do you think of Cunoesse, Titus and Neha the Dice-maker?

Cunoesse (green), Titus (orange), and Neha (yellow)!

^^' yeahhh sorry, im currently fixated on the skills so the humans aren't as interesting to me? EXCEPT NEHA... NOVELTY DICE MAKER I THINK YOU'RE SO COOL... thank you for being the ONLY REPRIEVE in the creepy-ass doomed commercial area YOU ARE LIKE A LIGHT IN THE DARK and i love your voice and your words and you're literally just chilling in a fucking renovated furnace chimney and GOD I WISH THAT WERE ME... thank you for your service ma'am <3

[pinknatural]

reading fics where dean’s self-esteem is on the floor is like

[desceros]

oh no there are a few poor darlings asking what blurple is on the latest symphony chapter. they must be new here

[olath124]

The new chapter’s out (I noticed now that I haven't published here the previous one, so if you haven't read it go back to chapter 7!)

This chapter is a bit different from the previous one because it's completely based on text messages… by the way, thank you very much @luvwich for the amazing template!!!! Go check it out on her profile!

The last two chapters have been a bit rough to write... Vio is absolutely devastated and I'm really feeling her pain… it has been hard… and it won't get better!

[deathsweetblossoms]

Thank the gods for spoilers because, although I am still suffering, now I can suffer a microscopic bit less

[luxlightly]

65 degrees in the house with the space heater running!!

Too fucking cold!!!

[radioscientist]

Izzy u say?! Now u GOTTA show us how the blorbo bingo applies to him

He is THE SADDEST little meow meow I adore him!!!

[humantome]

i wante. to kiss the robot. please </3

[oatflatwhite]

i finished dbd

[the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink]

Is That My Hoodie? (Frank Iero x reader)

Summary: Frank comes home from tour a day early to surprise his partner - and finds something he thought he’d lost during his travels. 

Word count: 1215

Warnings: none (unless it being sickeningly cute warrants a warning) 

A/N: Our dear reader definitely feels like they’re more on the submissive side here... but maybe that’s just because I really needed a cuddle while I was writing. Also, the one potentially gendered term in here is ‘mommy’ - but I am both a pretty boy and a plant mom (albeit a terrible one because they keep dying) so I decree that it’s a gender neutral term 😌

Hauling the last of his guitar cases through the front door, Frank propped it against the wall with the others and took a moment to just enjoy being back in his own home. Of course he loved being on tour with his best friends - it just wasn’t as much fun when his fiancé couldn’t join him. The band had been out adventuring around as many states as they could get to in the last three months, and (y/n) had been stuck at work for most of it. They’d made it to both LA shows near the start of the tour, but hadn’t been able to get the time off to come along for any extended period of time. 

So for three months, the two of them had had to cope with nightly video calls when the time difference and work commitments allowed it, constant texting, and (y/n) sending photos and videos of the dogs. Lois and Soup seemed to be missing him just as much as he missed them. It was strange, going from being practically glued to each other every moment they were together to only seeing each other through a screen every now and then. 

It was almost 1am, and the house felt a little too quiet as he walked through to the kitchen. (y/n) was definitely a night owl, and they had once tearfully confessed that they didn’t like it when he wasn’t there because they found it hard to sleep without him beside them. Usually at this time, they’d be going through the kitchen cupboards for a snack, or cosied up with a book on the cushion in the big bay window with some music on. But he couldn’t hear anything: no footsteps, no crunching, no baby-talking to the dogs. He hadn’t told them he was coming home - they were under the impression that his flight was going to land early tomorrow afternoon - so it wasn’t like he’d expected a big welcome at the front door. But he’d at least thought they would have come running when they’d heard the door open. 

“(y/n)? Angel, I’m home.” 

Nothing. He stopped to check his phone, suddenly worried that he’d misread their work rota and had come home while they were working a night shift. But the schedule they’d sent him made it look like they were off for the next three days. So why did the house feel so empty? 

When he got into the kitchen he was ambushed by the dogs, who were so delighted to see him that they knocked him off his feet. He grinned, scratching their heads and letting them lick his face and hands. 

“Hi, darlings. I know, I know! Daddy’s home, huh? Yeah, I’ve missed you too. Hey, hey, Lois. You know where your mommy is, huh? Are they here? Or are they out having fun without us?” 

Soup barked and skittered towards the living room, pausing at the doorway and looking back at Frank as if to say, ‘well, are you coming or not?’ He got to his feet and followed, stopping with a soft smile on his face as he took in the scene before him. He should’ve known. 

(y/n) was curled up on the couch with headphones in, music playing loud enough that he could hear it faintly even from a few feet away, fast asleep. The TV was showing a re-run of a crime documentary they’d watched together before he left, and there was a half-eaten bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. He moved to crouch beside them, gently taking one of the headphones out and bringing it up to his own ear, stifling a laugh as he realised what they were listening to. 

“Joyriding, huh? You miss me enough to wanna listen to my songs on repeat?” 

They stirred a little, mumbling softly. “I always miss you when you’re not here.” 

“Good thing I’m back, then.” He stroked the side of their face, brushing back the hair that had fallen across it. Their eyes flickered open, bleary with sleep for a moment before registering who was sat in front of them. They jolted upright, very nearly smacking their heads together as they flung their arms around him. 

“Frank, you’re really home! Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I would have tried harder to stay awake!” 

He squeezed them tight, rubbing their back and burying his nose in their hair, letting the familiar scent of their shampoo flood his brain. “Wanted to surprise you.” 

“Well it sure as hell worked.” They sat back, making a big show of rubbing the sleep from their eyes to disguise the happy tears that had started to fall. “Oh, I’ve missed you so much.” 

“I’ve missed you too angel.” Leaning in to kiss their forehead, he noticed something - and a knowing glint appeared in his eyes. “Is that my hoodie?” 

(y/n)’s cheeks burned as they glanced down at the soft black hoodie. It was a little too big, so their hands were almost swallowed by the sleeves and it covered most of their thighs, leaving just a sliver of their sleep shorts on display. On the front was a very familiar faded ribcage print, and the arms were decorated with matching bones. “Maybe.” 

“See, I wondered where that had gone. I could’ve sworn I’d packed it to go on tour with me. I thought for a while that I’d left it in one of the venues by accident.” He grinned as their blush deepened further. 

“I may or may not have asked one of the crew to steal it back for me.” 

“You know, you could’ve just asked me - I would’ve let you have it.” 

“Yeah, but it’s your favourite one.” 

“And you look so fuckin pretty wearing it.” Moving to join them on the couch, he pulled them into his lap, a hand wandering beneath the hoodie to rest on their bare waist. “Way better than I do.” 

Snuggling against him, (y/n) rolled her eyes. “That’s not even possible, seeing as you’re the prettiest person ever.” 

“Hmm... second prettiest, I’d say. You take the top spot, no contest.” 

“Liar.” 

“I speak only the truth. And you know that if you asked me for the moon on a plate, I’d do my damn best to get it. Anything for you.” Kissing the top of their head, he felt his heart sing as they snuggled even closer. He really didn’t feel complete without them in his arms. The two of them sat there for a little while, half watching the documentary and mostly just enjoying being back in each other’s company. Frank felt (y/n)’s breathing slow down a little, and he nudged them softly. 

“Hey, don’t go falling asleep on me here. We can go to bed, you’ll be way comfier up there.” 

“Don’t wanna move.” 

“Your joints will be really stiff in the morning if you sleep here.” 

“Don’t care.” They leant up and kissed him, effectively ending the conversation. 

He smiled into the kiss, his free hand coming up to cup their jaw and hold them even closer, loving the little whine that escaped as some of their hair tangled around his fingers. 

Oh yes. It was good to be home.

[dgraymen]

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