#and I miss them

[pbeltarts]

My brain is itching again :)

First set, next set will feature Tucker and my updated Dash and Paulina :))

[astrophilix]

Them silly

(Minor edit cause I forgot Jason’s lenses-)

((Individual ones after the cut))

[myteavsricochet]

I love their friendship so much and I will never get tired of saying it ❤️‍🩹

[aeroplaneblues]

Acting Grand Babysitter 🐰🌱😴

I love that yao yao is always in alhaitham’s banner, she is so cute and precious is the perfect companion for someone like alhaitham. I have tons of wips with these two hopefully I can get through them. For now im taking things slower than normal, also pls forgive my dialogue im dumb🥲 i tried.

[hockey-finns]

So about pekka (and his og boyfriend)

since käärijä and hockey are currently the two main topics of my blog (don’t ask why), after today’s urheilucast episode I feel like it’s my responsibility to introduce pekka rinne better to you who do not know him yet

this post is made just so you know that pekka is lowkey also a kinky bastard and when you inevitably start to write those pekka x jere fanfics you will not forget that pekka already has a hockey goalie boyfriend named juuse saros and they had have a very interesting relationship

pekka has been one of juuse’s biggest idols since he was twelve and he used to watch his highlights on youtube. they met the first time in the 2014 ice hockey world championships when juuse had just turned 19 and he was clearly very starstruck by pekka, who took juuse under his wing immediately

here is a gif of juuse so maybe pekka has a type (significantly shorter, blue eyes, dark hair, younger… sounds familiar?)

By a coincidence (it was fate) juuse was also drafted by nashville predators and ended up playing in the same team as pekka, and that’s where their relationship really kicked off

Here are some memorable moments:

first The Daddy Interview that all hockey tumblrs have probably seen (also multiple people have commented that they thought this is the beginning of a gay p*rn before they knew they’re hockey players)

in addition to this pekka often refers to juuse as ”my son” of ”my boy”

probably the second most kinkiest well known moment - The Collaring in front of the whole team

when juuse was asked his opinion on the chant ”Rinteen Peksi, parempaa kuin seksi” (”Pekka Rinne, better than sex”) he answered ”that’s true”???

juuse is very well known for doing the splits and he has also said that his party trick is to twerk in the splits (sadly no video evidence)

juuse has also had a goalie mask which featured pekka in a sexy white suit and he very proudly presented it to pekka

juuse’s actual father is also named pekka so it’s a bit awkward that his father and his daddy have the same name

one of my most popular posts is a translated video where pekka talks about (praises) juuse for four minutes straight in a sauna and in the end he requests that juuse does his interview shirtless

(So do whatever you want with all the daddy kink, dom/sub shit and the praise kink)

here are some wholesome gifs to cleanse your soul because in the end these two love each other to bits

(gif/video credits in order: @dermott, @rask, @imadeoutwithmikeywayonwarpedtour, @rask, @sorokie)

[qhideduo]

☆ 🍪 🪶 ☆

[avengerdaisy]

[togetherkru]

→ bellamy + clarke + spaceship

[zsbrainrot]

My favorite snarky teenager 🩵

[winterrlunarhalo]

At a party with everyone I’ve ever known and I immediately know that this is a dream.

That’s easily remedied. I shake myself awake and try to throw myself off the drinks table. It hasn’t worked. Except I see a group of my friends (could I even call these people my friends anymore?) talking about how every three seconds a baby is born. My brain has gone into a whir of 1 2 3 born 1 2 3 born 1 2 3 born.

I walk around the room and try to rearrange groups. Now what would be the criteria? Do I group people on the basis of what age they knew me at? Do I group them on the basis of whether they know how I got the gash on my forehead? Or do I group them based on how I act around them? This is mortifying.

Once a month light refuses to pass through my body and I ignore all the messages I get. Right now we make eye contact across the room and you know so much about me and yet not enough. I thought being in your vicinity will make things so much easier but you are not who you usually are in my head. I remember telling her once about how I wrote something about being my own tragedy when I was 16 and we make eye contact and laugh because as corny as it was, it still holds true to this day to some extent.

We are standing at the corner of the room and you both are questioning everyone I know. A part of me is defensive but deep down I agree fully. See, most of my life I went through with the dire need of being liked, never questioning once whether I even liked. Instead I landed up with you both, who saw me at my worst and decided to stay and love the fuck out of me. I’m seeing the world in double now and the entire room is spinning and it feels like someone has set my brain on a spinning top and in one of the visions we are back in that kitchen and I’m heating up food made for one, for three.

Anyway back to the party, I am handing out vol-au-vents I learned how to make on a whim for a beach birthday, and some of these people desperately need to leave. The sun is almost up and I can feel my senses come alive. I don’t yet know what you look like but I am sure I will once I see you. I check your horoscope before mine because I’m just that pathetic and I know it doesn’t matter in the big scheme of things but hey, can’t hurt to be wary. You help me rush out the people I don’t want in here anymore, and it’s nice (and so scary) that you know me this well.

Now I’m at a party with the people I love and now I’m anxious for entirely different reasons. I don’t think there will ever be a way for me to let them know that I love them. My mouth aligns and curves to say I love them but it ends up coming out as a joke or a slight nudge against them. I also realized that I’m bad at writing for the people that mean the most to me, which is so …? Writing is the one thing I can do?

The sheer act of placing a piece of my heart that is you for you to peer over and finish with your cheeks turning into apples is so daunting to me. I still try. I still talk through most of it lest what I feel should bubble over and cover us both in it. Best believe my skin is going to be covered with laugh lines and crow’s feet in less than 20 years, a mark of fondness so unbearable that it left behind its stains. That doesn’t matter. None of this does.

Coming to terms with the fact that I have lived a life suffocating my lungs, barring it from truly breathing has occurred to me recently. At the first breath of oxygen my heart beat so loudly and fast that I was sure it was enough to power up my room. Consequently it learned that this is the way it’s going to be now, and that it doesn’t store up for the future. The sun is over the horizon and the sky is pink and there’s a nice hum settling into my bones as my spinning brain returns to equilibrium.

There’s music playing and I get pulled into all of us while dancing. Love was something that was supposed to happen to other people, according to a much younger me. I would meet her at a crossroad and tell her that love has happened to you and that its a joy to be “another person” and that it doesn’t have to be done alone.

It’s almost over. We will have to leave soon. And so we hold each other tightly and materialize us in pictures and frames and canvases as to say that I was here and you were here and please don’t forget that love was here. Love still is.

[agentplutonium]

I'm thinking about Tank/Sweetheart friendship again. I'm thinking about Sweetheart who runs into a busy patch with their work and struggles to sleep fully at night. Milo knows early on, because of course he does and he will support them where he can, but the only person who catches on a few weeks into this is Tank. Not because the others don't care, just that Tank's been friends with Sweetheart since their DAMN days (personal headcanon) and they are attuned to their little tells. They know that Sweetheart is struggling, and they want to help. They ask MIlo if something is up, just casually so that they don't seem to be prying, and Milo just smiles and tells Tank that they can ask Sweetheart about it. Tank is the only other person that Sweetheart says "I'm strugguling right now" to and its so *gestures vaugly* I'm just so in love with the three of them actually

[splatattackz]

shubble didn't know where she was going after this. she didn't know where her teammates had gone either. they vaguely remembered pac mentioning an island which he and others had come from and been sent back to after the first purgatory. they hoped he got sent back again, and wasn't dead somewhere, killed by the watchers lackeys. shubble could also recall a prison being mentioned about jv, but also how jv was supposed to be dead - so she definitely didn't know what was happening there. as for gumi and feb.. she doesn't think they ever talked about their origin points. she hoped they weren't dead somewhere; cut for costs like the horror stories shes heard about other teams...

as for her? shubble didn't know what was about to happen. as they sit in this chair in their base, waiting for the sleep to kick in. they barely remembered where they came from. wherever it was, she remembered having a plush teddy bear ("comfort bear" was its name) and robbing houses. aimsey must've been somewhere, too, she remembered them. it felt like a fairytale. coco was right to say "you seem like you had a great life".

they also remember baking a cake. and then being told to eat a black apple and then.. falling asleep. waking up in an eerily all-too-familiar white void (had they been here before? they couldn't remember). something spoke to them then. she couldn't remember who or what, if she had ever known. just that it told her everything was going to be okay. she wasn't sure if that was true or not.

shubble hoped she wasn't going to die after this. shubble hoped she'd return to life before, go back to her fairytale life. she hoped that, when the eye guys came in the morning, they had mercy. thats all they could think about when the sleep set in.

'please. have mercy.'

[myteavsricochet]

I love this pic

[bookholichany]

A little Kent and Chandler because I'm back to my Whitechapel era and I miss them

[rosaacicularis]

what’s your favourite part of the whole 3rd life series :0?

when scott called scar grian’s husband <3 😌

[ramblingoak]

The Pants

“Questi stupidi pantaloni sono troppo stretti!”

You whipped your head around and started walking towards the bedroom door after hearing Copia yelling in Italian and then the sound of him crashing into something.  “Copia my darling, are you ok?” 

He leapt up from the floor around the end table on his side of the bed (which was now missing a lamp) and started gesturing towards his crotch. “There is no way I can perform in these!  I can barely even get them on let alone move!”

You sighed and rolled your eyes as you watched him grab at his dick with one hand and the waist of the pants with the other.  Copia started jumping up and down slightly trying to get them up all the way.

“Copia, love of my life, maybe if you stop fondling yourself it would be easier to get them on, yeah?”  You slowly made your way over to him and batted his hands away.

“Cara mia I will look silly, yes?  I mean are people there to hear me sing the dark lord’s praises or stare at my junk?”

You finished tucking him away and zipped up his pants then took a few steps back to admire your Cardinal in his perfectly tailored suit pants.

“Both” Then you pushed him onto the bed to help take them back off.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Questi stupidi pantaloni sono troppo stretti! - These stupid pants are too tight! (at least according to google translate)

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