jancy fanart event day 1: philia (friendship)
me: wow theyre such good frens. best buds even.
38 notes
·
View notes
me and my BEST FRIEND doing BEST FRIEND things and lovingly gazing at her as my BEST FRIEND while I tuck her hair behind her ear being 5 cm away from eachother's faces cause that's what BEST FRIENDS do and emanating a romantic atmosphere but in a BFF way!!!
84 notes
·
View notes
thinking about the line "now you try on calling me 'baby' like trying on clothes"...
...even if you don't believe this song is about a professional model...
...what man 'tries on clothes' in the way she's implying here, like for fun...
95 notes
·
View notes
hi hi hii everyonee !!!! i miss u all so much :( school is being me up rn so i can't be as active anymore (。ノω\。)
12 notes
·
View notes
🌹
I see everyone's touch-starved Jamie Tartts and the queer-platonic Two Aces and the in-therapy Roy Kents and I love them all endlessly. I also raise you:
Roy Kent who's been half-starved for regular platonic intimacy for his entire life. He's in therapy and he's sad and he's lonely and he's angry all the time, but somehow he's tricked Jamie into thinking he is safe to be around. And then they share a bed sometimes, because life is hard.
Roy's mind probed at the situation like a tongue looking for a freshly missing tooth and finding a gap, an emptiness where the pain used to be. Still--
"I swear to God if I turn around and you're not wearing any pants," he warned.
Jamie broke into giggles behind him. The thought crossed his mind--if this is a fucking prank--but for once the heat of outrage didn't leap readily into his hands.
The bed dipped. Jamie scooted closer, and the unmistakable texture of trackies brushed against the back of Roy's legs.
"Nah. Decided I'm gonna sweat my arse off for you. Prick."
Roy grunted. "Then you can run the laundry tomorrow."
"Fuck that. If anything, you're making me breakfast in the morning in return for dragging your old man legs up the stairs. Now come here, you lug."
That was all the warning Roy had before a stupidly-tattooed arm wrapped around his midsection, reeling him backwards until he was pressed against Jamie's chest like his own personal teddy bear.
Fucking champagne and video games and mockery over his taste in furniture and now this. One of these days he was going to have to draw a line. He was the gaffer now--Jamie knew he was the gaffer now--and he owed it to the both of them to put some boundaries in place.
Jamie dropped his head against the back of Roy's neck, a soft and careful weight that was becoming increasingly familiar. Voice slackened with the hour, he murmured contentedly, "You're a fuckin' furnace. M' top half's not going t' get cold at all."
Boundaries were a lot to ask for with the clock pressing midnight. It could wait until morning.
66 notes
·
View notes
Lancelot is normal?
BYE why is everyone saying he's not normal... like Naima and Lancelot are normal to me 😟
34 notes
·
View notes
Did you see the interview with Mumu on the Late Late Show (don't think I can put in a link, but it's on the ArknightsEN twitter)? It has some more Mumu-Kristen crumbs and some hints for Samuels dynamics going forward.
I did. The Muelsten was nice, but I didn't see anything about the latter outside her calling Saria her "BFF" which is... rich.
10 notes
·
View notes