#My dream life fr

[no-lessthan3]

"You're...fragile"

Gentle hands cupped his cheek, slowly sliding behind his head to lightly scratch at his nape.Soft eyes looking at his relaxed form, his eyes closed, his head leaning towards the comforting presence.

"Not fragile like glass tho... More like a bomb. Dropping into my life unexpectedly, causing chaos everywhere, knocking everything off the shelves, setting everything ablaze... Making my heart race and shit"

Quiet giggles escaped soft-spoken lips as he tightened his arms around his lovers frame

"I was just getting settled into the unfairness of the world. I'm glad I had you to push everything out of order during it, I don't wanna even imagine how boring that would have made me."

A soft kiss was placed on his forehead, hands still caressing his face gently, the comforting warmth showing no signs of going away anytime soon. He let out a satisfied hum

"I know I don't voice it out often, but ig what I wanna say is... I love you"

[evansbby]

ari x wife!reader being parents to teenagers and being disgusted by how lovey dovey their parents are

So would it be from the pov of the teenagers?? Idk how that would work 😭😭 but I can imagine Ari and his wife being parents to their four toddlers (fifth one on the way!) and Ari and wifey are soo in love and keep pda-ing and just can’t keep their hands off each other and they have a perfect family and perfect life and just 😭😌

[songtwo]

if i could i would fly to england fuck that old man make him fall in love with me and dump him and inspire a 13 2.0

[honeysbunchesofoats]

i can't wait to own my own house (will never happen) so I can just go to the animal shelter every once in a while, point to the skrungliest, least adoptable cat, and say "I want that one"

[superkitten-poison]

c!wilbur and love (c!tommy) - whisper my name and i'll follow you anywhere by bluesandbirds on ao3 / Jubilee Line Satisfaction Survey by @peninkwrites / Your Sister Was Right by Wilbur Soot / If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio / A Deck of Cards With a Green Smile On Them, by Wilbur Soot, transcript by DSMP transcripts / Bust by Wilbur Soot / I Want You To Know That I'm Awake/I Hope That You're Asleep by Car Seat Headrest

[itaipava]

lando norris and his duality will be the end of me

[lxstfathier]

i heard that you’re writing for Alejandro again? 👀 omggg so do you know that military colonels earn a lot of money?? any thoughts on that??? pleaseee i’ll take anything about that man spoiling and providing for reader 🥹

You heard right anon! i’m back and ready to be a gross whore again 🤓

And omg it’s almost as if you read my mind or something cuz you have no idea how much i’ve dreamed about that 😩 so let’s get to the point…

I had to look on the internet and it says that his monthly salary as a colonel can go from 70k to 120k mexican pesos. Probably he gets the highest pay. And that doesn’t make him super rich but it’s a good amount of money, enough to have a nice life.

Now, with that being said, yes, he is able to spoil you the way you’ve always dreamed of.

When you first start dating (granted that you’re not in the military as well) he likes to give you big bouquets of flowers every time he’s able to take you out on a date. Here in mexico they’re called “ramo buchon” so yeah, he gives you those for sure.

When the relationship progresses, he starts buying you jewelry, specially a necklace with his initial on it. And also some clothes for you to wear and look pretty, like short dresses in your favorite color, because he loves to see your beautiful legs and the soft skin of your cleavage.

If you get married, you better believe that Ale is gonna take the provider role super seriously. I totally see him as a man who aims for a traditional family. So he’s gonna do anything to ensure that you’re happy and well taken care of. He’ll buy you a big house, in a small town to keep you a secret from everyone, and pulls some strings to get you one of those highly trained dogs to protect you from any harm while he’s gone.

Whether you want to work or not, that’s your decision, but he would prefer you not to. Why would you do that when he already gives you everything you need? it’s better to spend your time shopping online, going to the local market, getting your nails done or learning new food recipes.

The only thing he expects in return is a pretty wife who runs to his arms every time he comes back home, a sweet little thing that distracts him from all the violence that he’s used to deal with <3

[x-i-l-verify]

An art commission from the very lovely and talented @pppuri illustrating two of the main characters from my Dream SMP vampire AU, which features copious amounts of worldbuilding, found family feels, slavery, hurt/comfort, dark SBI, and BBH Dormouse and Dream the Emerald being the most dynamic of unlikely duos.

[epicfranb]

WHHAT THE FUCKKKKKK ARE CLETHUBS ON THIS SESSION BUT ESPECIALLY ETHO. A LOT HAS HAPPENED BUT THIS GOT ME TO GO HERE AND MAKE A POST

DID ETHO FUCKING PUT A HEART ON BDUBS'S BEDROOM SIGN.

[firelordhotman]

ive made this post before but Shoutout to Cripples who listen to punk and embrace the subculture but cant attend gigs, either due to our own disabilities or general inaccessibility. we can still engage in the subculture from our homes! and anyone who calls you a poser for that probably is an ACTUAL poser wearing shein clothes standing in the back of the room shaking in their poshmark boots cuz theyre scared of messing up their tiktok eyeliner in the mosh pit lmfao. REAL punks are anti-ableism and will share music with you and bring you back merch from the gigs you couldnt attend

[valiantstarlights]

[Dreamling Week Day 6: Sick] In Sickness

It's a fluffy sick fic featuring eldritch goo Dream of the Endless idk what else to tell you

CW: if you're fine with Dream being an eldritch being, then absolutely nothing. 😊 Enjoy! 🖤

Hob stares at the large black puddle of goo that flooded most of the living room. He just got back from work and found Matthew perched on a branch near his flat, looking as frantic as a raven could get.

Said raven is now perched on Hob's shoulder, eyeing the mess on the floor gravely.

Hob had been warned that Dream is 'in a state,' but he didn't exactly expect that 'state' to be liquid.

Because it is Dream on the floor, Hob can see that very clearly. Though the goo simply looks like dark glittery slime poured over the floor to the uninitiated, Hob recognizes a couple of nebulas on its surface. There, by the telly, is the Horsehead Nebula, there by the bookshelf that contained none of Shaxberd's works is the Trifid Nebula, and just by Hob's feet is the Lagoon Nebula.

"Darling?" Hob calls out, unsure if he's going to get an answer. This is his first time encountering Dream like this. "Are you alright?"

No answer.

He looks at Matthew a bit helplessly. "Do I just...scoop him up with my hands?"

Matthew fidgets. "Definitely don't vacuum him."

"Why the hell would I--"

"Well, why are you asking me? I don't know this shit! I was literally a human a year ago!"

Hob pinches his nose. They were like blind drunks stumbling down the street together. "Is he even sentient like this?"

The dark puddle vibrates, and Hob feels Matthew's talons dig into his shoulders from the jumpscare. He himself almost drops his suitcase. "I can hear both of you," the puddle grumbles, "and you are making too much noise for my liking."

"Oh, sorry, love," Hob says, his boyfriend instincts suddenly awakened at Dream's sulky morning voice. "Did we wake you?"

"I want some of your chicken pot pie."

"Chicken pot pie." Hob repeats. His brain is still processing the fact that his boyfriend is a literal puddle of goo on the floor. "Yeah. Okay. Let me just get some ingredients from the shops real quick. Can you get to the bedroom while I'm gone? I don't want to step on you when I return."

--

He leaves Matthew...not in charge, but overseeing goo Dream's long and arduous trek to the bedroom.

He hears the raven mutter something about this being like hell all over again.

Hob ignores that because he has a different set of problems to tackle.

--

Hob's panic sets in as soon as he gets out of the car carrying all the ingredients for chicken pot pie, as well as some other food and drinks good for sick humans.

Once the pie is done cooking and cooling down a bit, how will he feed Dream? Where is his mouth? Does Hob just...pour it on the goo and hope for the best?

What if that were the equivalent of dumping hot soup on his boyfriend's lap?

--

"Any improvement?" he asks Matthew, who has kept an eye on Dream while perched safely on the back of the couch.

Hob checked, and Dream's form is thankfully all contained in the bedroom, still looking like a lake of stars.

"Nope. But he says he wants you to make extra crusts because he likes that. I would also like some extra bits to snack on, if that's alright."

"Sure." Hob goes to do just that. Chicken pot pie for the boyfriend and a lot of extra crusts for the boyfriend and his raven.

No problem. This is all totally normal and fine.

--

"Dream? Darling? The pot pie is done."

The puddle looks a little smaller in size, and Hob can see a couple of hill-like formations near the middle of the mass. He hopes it's a sign that Dream is slowly getting better.

At his words, one of the islands move closer to him, like a shark. Its progress sends ripples throughout the lake.

"Finally," the island nearer to him says. Its peak splits open to reveal the inside of Dream's human mouth. "Feed me."

At this point, Hob isn't even questioning anything anymore. All he knows is how to be a good boyfriend, so he's gonna do just that.

He sits down at the very edge of the lake near the hill with the mouth, and scoops up a portion of the pie, making sure to blow on it before feeding it to Dream.

The hill hums in appreciation.

"Good?"

"Delicious," Dream's mouth says, before opening once more, like a baby bird waiting to be fed. "More. I want a larger portion of the crust this time."

Hob couldn't help the smile that bloomed on his face and obediently gets more of the crust for the next bite.

--

"What kind of juice do you like?" Hob asks, a few hours later. The goo now looks less like a puddle and more like gelatine that didn't set properly. It was on the couch, bundled up in one of Hob's soft knitted blankets, watching an earlier season of Game of Thrones with Matthew.

"What kinds do you have?"

"Uh, orange, apple, and pineapple. Oh, and I still got some banana milk from the Korean grocery store, if you prefer that. Or almond milk."

"All of them."

Hob and Matthew share an alarmed look behind gelatine Dream's back. "What, an equal amount of all those drinks together in a single glass?"

"Yes."

Hob looks heavenwards and prays for a little more sanity before complying.

And just for fun, he goes down to the Inn and gets a blue cocktail umbrella and a heart-shaped drinking straw to put in gelatine Dream's very questionable drink.

Gelatine Dream hums in delight and tells Hob he loves him.

Hob beams and kisses the top of the gelatinous mass, while Matthew chokes, very possibly because the scene on TV is Hodor...doing his thing, and that always gets to Hob.

(Matthew chokes because he is disgusted, he is revolted--)

--

Something thick and long, like an anaconda, slithers into bed with Hob, and it is only through his 600 plus years of living in this world does he calm his frantically beating heart and open his arms so big ass snake Dream can curl up next to him.

"I hate being sick," the snake hisses, its huge dark head tucking itself under Hob's chin. "I can't hug you like this."

'Please don't wrap around me and squeeze me to death,' Hob does not say. "I think you're adorable," he murmurs instead against Dream's coils, and kisses the nearest scaled skin in front of his face.

--

Dream is mostly back in his human form come morning, but he still dripped viscous dark liquid wherever he goes. It reminds Hob of Howl Pendragon from the Howl's Moving Castle Ghibli movie.

"How are you this morning, darling?"

"Wretched," Dream says as he drips onto his fry up. Hob mentioned preparing porridge for him as they got up earlier, only to be informed by Dream that he fucking hates porridge and would hurl it into the sun if he could. And so Hob cooked some fry up instead. "Must you go to work?"

Hob, already running late and in the process of putting on his shoes, stops and looks back at the pathetic picture Dream makes. He is sadly looking down at his perfectly cooked eggs, dripping dark sludge on the sun-yellow yolks.

"I'll call in sick," Hob decides, and takes his phone out to do just that. The department head is going to verbally flay him alive for only giving notice at the last minute, but nothing is more important to him than Dream. Hell, they could fire him over the phone and he'd be fine with it.

Dream hugs him around the middle as Hob puts his briefcase down, ruining his white dress shirt. Hob hugs him back and kisses the top of his head.

It's fine. He'll just buy another shirt, or get another job. But Dream is irreplaceable.

--

"Have I told you that you are the best thing that has ever happened to me?" Dream asks him a couple of days later, when they're both lying in bed after two rounds of fantastic sex, celebrating Dream's full recovery.

Hob kisses him on the nose and cuddles him closer. "Maybe once or twice in the last 24 hours," he says. "But it never hurts to tell me again."

--

Dream shyly hands him an unbreakable ceramic mug made from the sands of the Dreaming. It says, "The best boyfriend across all of time and space," in Dream's handwriting.

It takes Hob a solid month to stop grinning like a fool.

[furoruisa]

Did you guys know love is golden?

[purebbyfawn]

[dykehayleywilliams]

hayley williams outfits on the north american tour ranked by how much they make me want to set myself on fire:

10. little black dress

9. pink suit

8. gays, yes; contras, no

7. palm springs

6. yellow suit

5. red and black check suit

4. la night 1 check dress

3. baggy jeans and tshirt

2. la night 2 gold dress

high cost of chaos little red dress

[dollsuguru]

TOJI HRNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

[favoritejohn]

these johnny suh pics >>>