#goddd i love them all

[blueseint]

one thing i love about sz/sz is the clear distinction of themes and the way both of them view each other and just mixing it all. I can enjoy my fair share of possessive zoro when it comes to zs but it's more about thinking about how his devotion towards the rest of the crew (pre relationship) fuels his feelings towards sanji and the need to make sure he knows how important he is for him, how he would follow him anywhere sanji wants. Zoro would do anything as long as it made sanji happy imo (it can totally turn a little bit weird, we are talking about ZOSAN of all people. Zoro would definitely say some insane shit like cutting his chest open and giving sanji his own heart in case he is hungry or something like that)

And don't get me started with sanji's need to make sure zoro feels loved all the time, not just with food, but through quality time (no matter how little it is, his free time would definitely be reserved for zoro) he would think his actions are his way of saying "i understand how lonely you must have felt" after kuina and his years as a pirate hunter which later on turns into a "i want to give you a piece of what zeff and the rest of the baratie staff gave me". Sanji would be SO sweet with zoro once in a established relationship, and zoro would feel a kind of love he never knew existed, and that realization alone is enough for him to bow to never let anything bad happen to sanji, not because he thinks sanji is weak but simply because its what he deserves. Seeing sanji happy makes zoro happier

[gloriousmonsters]

tbh the more setting details i notice the more i realize how the other Vees are signaled as complicit/participant in Angel's abuse.

It's not just Velvette's 'love potion' being used in an attempt to roofie him out in the world - it's a huge poster of her advertising the 'love potion' put up in Val's studio, notably paired with a Voxtech 'Trust Us' poster on another wall. When Vox is walking past posters in his first appearance, Angel Dust posters are noticeable, along with a Love Potion advertisement that features both Val and Velvette and a poster that just seems to be for the Vees in general. When Angel backs away from Val in his dressing room, a scene where he's been taken out of sight of Charlie and is alone with Val - up pops a Love Potion on his dressing table to one side of him, and a Voxtech camera trained on him on his other side. The other Vees are present, in spirit. When Vox and Val fuck off at the end of Poison (and there's YET MORE to be said about that moment) and Angel finally has his moment of genuine breakdown, there's a Voxtech camera in the foreground pointed at him. Even when he's 'off-camera' he's not safe from observation, and even when he and Val are 'alone', the other Vees are there.

also Velvette is wearing the same outfit she's wearing in the Love Potion poster as she is in the finale, I don't think that necessarily means anything but well. i noticed it

[puppygirldanhowell]

google show me girls kissing NOW

[gio-cosmo]

P3 spoilers below!

When I first played p3 I knew something was up with Ikutsuki the second he pulled up with an elementary school child like “hey guys let’s have this kid fight with us against horrible awful creatures that are incredibly dangerous!! ☺️” bc genuinely WHAT the hell is going through your mind to think that’s an acceptable thing to do 😭😭

[danothan]

this bad boy can fit so much hope and love in him !

[12am-motivation]

AHHH HERE IT ISSS SIMEON'S BEDROOM BIRTHDAY UR

[wizardofgoodfortune]

Ooh, 42 for the Spotify Wrapped fic? :D

i have been unspeakably excited about this one, just because the song is so tooth-rottingly sweet!!! so here, have vignettes of a happy dreamling's life. i wanted to write more but i'm so sleepy and i'm afraid it's getting way too long as it is.

--

"Dream," came Hob's voice, deep and drowsy with sleep, "I can feel you, you know."

Dream didn't have much to do when Hob went to sleep. But Hob complained every time Dream tried to get out of bed to do something else, saying it was much easier to sleep with him around. So Dream stayed. And it's not as if he didn't want to stay beside him either.

Most times, Dream let his physical form stay in the Waking, while he took care of business in the Dreaming from within. Sometimes, if time allowed, he visited Hob in his dreams.

But rarely, when there was no business in the Dreaming, and when he could leave Hob alone in it, Dream allowed himself the pleasure of mapping out his lover's face.

He would trace over every curve and every line: from his aquiline nose, to his crow's feet, from his M-shaped hairline, to the silver strands at his temples, from his cupid's bow, to his cleft chin. Dream's favorite time to do this was dawn, when he could watch the sunlight cast dancing shadows on Hob's face, as if they were celebrating him, too.

Usually, he was careful to keep his touch light so as not to wake Hob, but he must have gotten carried away this time.

"My apologies, my love," said Dream, letting his wandering hand settle on the sheets. "I have awoken you. I can put you back to sleep, if you wish."

Hob opened his eyes. There were crusts of dream sand in them. "That's quite alright, darling," he said, yawning and stretching.

As much as Dream liked watching him sleep, he was a wonder to watch awake, as well. Hob would usually stretch until every bone in his body popped and every muscle woke up. Then he would go to the bathroom for a few minutes, then go to fix the both of them some breakfast. He would usually ask what Dream has been up to, or telling Dream about his upcoming day.

But not today, it seemed like.

"What were you doing, anyway?" Hob asked, rubbing the sand out of his eyes. "Counting my white hair or something?"

"Perhaps," Dream said. He knew exactly how many there were. And it was interesting to think how they would be frozen at that number until Hob chose otherwise.

"That was meant to be a joke," Hob said, now fully awake. He was smiling at Dream.

Dream doesn't think he could ever grow tired of seeing Hob smile.

"Alright then, prove it," Hob reached over and tapped Dream quickly on the nose, "how many white hairs do I have?"

"Two thousand, eight hundred and sixty-one," Dream said.

Hob started chuckling, which grew into a full-bodied laugh. It shook the bed beneath them. Dream was certain they could hear him downstairs in the New Inn.

"Are you quite done?" asked Dream, who, to his own surprise, felt a bit embarrassed.

Hob wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh, my love, darling, sweetheart," he said, a bit breathless, holding the side of Dream's face, "I am so lucky to have you."

Then Hob kissed him, washing away any shame, and something inside Dream swelled full, threatening to burst.

No, Dream thought, as he reveled in Hob's freely-given and abundant love, I am the one fortunate to have you.

--

"Can you not have this delivered to your home?" Dream asked.

They were at the supermarket, restocking on food and various items that Hob apparently needed.

"Yes, but I like seeing the produce myself. Can never trust them for that," muttered Hob, who was in the middle of picking between two packs of tomatoes that looked entirely similar to Dream.

"I would rather we spent our time wiser," Dream said, putting his hand on Hob's back, trailing it down, "on more important, more pleasurable things."

"Dream," Hob yelped. "Careful, love, we don't know which old lady we'll scar this time."

So Dream put his hand on the small of Hob's back instead, and tried to not look too disappointed.

Hob kissed him on the forehead. "We have all the time in the world. And you could always help me pick out the vegetables. Can't you see which has tiny worms in them or something?"

Dream rolled his eyes. "This is beneath my office."

Hob chuckled. "Look at it like this: if you help me, we'll get home faster. If we can get home faster, we can get to bed faster, and I'll do that thing you like with the tongue—"

Dream pointed at the pack in Hob's right hand. "That one is the one you want."

Hob laughed, and tossed the chosen pack of tomatoes into the cart.

--

"You really couldn't have waited until we got home," Hob said. It was meant to be a question, Dream guessed.

"No," answered Dream.

They were in Hob's car, in the parking lot of the supermarket. While they were putting away the groceries in the backseat, Dream had pushed Hob down, slammed the door behind them, and straddled him. Some of the items had fallen out of their paper bags and onto the car floor.

"Can we at least turn on the car?" Hob asked, his hands settling on Dream's thighs. They felt like hot, hot fire. "It's freezing in here."

Dream smirked down at him. "Not for much longer."

A short laugh came out of Hob, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. "Thank god I got those windows tinted, eh?"

Dream allowed himself a moment to look upon his lover, cheeks flushed, breaths shallow, heart galloping. The yellow fluorescent lights from outside cast soft shadows on his face, and put a warm glint in his eyes.

"Well, Dream?" Hob asked. "You got me. Now what'll you do with me?"

"I thought I was the impatient one," Dream said, smiling into Hob's lips.

--

"I did not know you played any instruments, Hob Gadling," Dream said.

Hob jumped from his couch, clutching the guitar in his arms. "Christ on a fucking stick," he exclaimed, a hand on his chest.

Dream stepped around the couch and into Hob's view. He couldn't help but surprise Hob; it was entertaining to see which expletive he would come up with each time.

After a breath or two, Hob sat back down, gesturing to the seat beside him. "Darling, I think you're enjoying this a bit too much."

Dream sat beside Hob, putting a hand on his back. "My apologies," he said.

"Yeah, you say that, but you're still smiling," Hob said, giving him a suspicious look.

Dream couldn't help but chuckle. He leaned forward and kissed his lover on the cheek. "I could not resist. Forgive me. Now please," he gestured to the guitar. "I would enjoy listening to you play."

"Changing the subject. You're fond of that, aren't you?" There was no ounce of venom in his voice. Instead, Hob wore a smile, like he was enjoying this, too. "King of Dreams, Ruler of Nightmares, Lord of the Dreaming, would enjoy listening to me play? Are you sure you wouldn't rather scare me to death again?"

"Do not be foolish. You cannot die," Dream said.

"Just like you can't be mature," Hob said. "Remind me, love, how old are you again?"

Dream glared at him. But he suspected its intentions might be curtailed by the smile he couldn't keep off his face.

--

"Hang on, let me get something," Hob said, rushing off the bed.

Dream propped himself up by his elbows, curious as to what was more important than kissing a very needy, very horny Dream. They haven't seen each other for what must have been more than a month now, what with all the pressing concerns in the Dreaming and Hob's increasing workload in the university.

"Hob," Dream called, not without a tone of threat.

"Be a second, darling," Hob called back. Surely enough, he was back within a few seconds, now with a guitar in his hands.

Hob sat on the edge of the bed, propping up the guitar on his lap. Dream crawled beside him, his interest in Hob's new hobby overpowering his sexual need.

"Been practicing for this," Hob said under his breath. His brows were furrowed in concentration as his fingers formed the proper chords.

"For what?" Dream asked.

Hob smiled at him. "Our anniversary, dearest."

Oh. The constant reminders, the movie Hob let him pick out, the candlelit dinner, the flowers...

And now this.

Hob cleared his throat. He was going to sing. While he played the guitar. For him.

Dream would remember this until the end of time, would remember how the strings bent to Hob's will as he moved from chord to chord, would remember Hob's voice rough and hoarse from countless lectures. Something inside him ached at the memory of his son with his lyre and his voice, and something inside him burst at the sight of Hob with his guitar and his voice.

"Oh, don't cry darling," Hob said, stopping mid-song, thumb wiping away a tear on Dream's cheek.

"I am not," Dream said, as he felt a familiar stinging in his eyes. There was a lump in his throat.

"Oh, sweeting." Hob set aside his guitar, and pulled Dream into his arms. "I didn't mean to make you cry. I thought you would like it."

"I did. I do," said Dream. Against his will, he felt a few more of his tears escape onto Hob's bare shoulder. He tried to concentrate on Hob's heartbeat, on the warmth of Hob's hand on his back, going round and round. "I apologize. I did not mean to ruin your performance, our anniversary."

"No, love. I can do that another time. And as for the anniversary, it isn't ruined at all. Don't be sorry," Hob said. "What matters most is you."

Dream buried his face in Hob's chest. This was foolish. He felt like a child again, crying for an absent father, an unloving mother. Except he wasn't a child, and he was crying for his dead son.

"You know," Hob started, providing Dream a welcome distraction from his thoughts, "Robyn was afraid of thunder and lightning. He would come running from his room into mine and Eleanor's and climb onto our bed. And I would hold him just like this, until he fell asleep. I... I miss him a lot. I still think of him. I carry him with me everyday."

After a quiet while, Dream said, "Thank you." He wasn't sure what it was for. Maybe it was for everything, from their first meeting as strangers centuries ago until now, as lovers. It might as well be.

"You're most welcome, my heart. Anytime."

--

Is it time? Dream had felt something inside him exploding like a dying star for the longest time. He had been pondering this for what seemed like an eternity, but it seemed like now was a good time as any other.

Dream held a velvet box in his hand that he had procured from a jeweler's dream, a few minutes before Hob woke. He had been keeping an eye on this one for a couple of years now.

"Hob Gadling," he started. "I have been careful in letting you set the pace. In the past, I have been... too eager with my lovers. Too insistent. You know not the strength I have had to muster to keep myself from asking this question."

"Dream," Hob breathed. For a moment, Dream was afraid Hob would ask him to stop, but it seemed like there was nothing but adoration in his lover's eyes.

"You said once that you were lucky to have me," Dream recalled. "However, I think it is I who is fortunate to have you, to be loved by you, to be cherished by you. With all my shortcomings, my temper, my childishness, I do not think it was easy. And so, if you would bestow upon me the honor, would you be my husband, for all eternity, with all that would entail?"

"Oh, Dream," Hob said, laughing a wet laugh. Tears were welling up in his eyes. They glittered like jewels in the dawn light; they put the ring in his box to shame. Then, Hob nodded, wordless. He held out his hand to Dream.

As he slipped the ring—ruby, gold, and a perfect fit—on Hob's finger, Dream felt close to tears, as well.

"'Til Death do us part," Hob said, kissing the corner of Dream's mouth.

Dream smiled. "You will be glad to know that she wishes to be my maid of honor."

[fleshdyke]

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[jammyjamster]

when the rarepair you really enjoy is actually rare and therefore it has little to no fanfictions

[unmanageably]

im off the thought that most of these warriors losses are due to coaching decisions (wrong lineups) and bad luck (injuries, dray out so no defense, random nba players turning into steph curry on the 3 line— grizzlies 3rd unit hitting TWENTY 3s on them today????) but today’s loss was just so indefensible and bad that its actually hilarious. the silly and stupid and pathetic 18 turnovers, icing out klay completely— just no one at all on the warriors trying to find him i mean 5 attempts until the 4th quarter are you serious— and then sitting steph and trying to run a “save us klay” lineup with 6 minutes left in the 4th when he’s ice cold due to your own offense choices its just very very hilarious. TJD butter fingers and Podz too many attempts not enough shots and a shit ton of fouling lol not their best game but i also think theyre just rookies and honestly have put a lot on their shoulders due to just. everything thats happened this year lol.

there’s things out of our control that we could be mad about (our lack of calls as usual and the 5v8 i mean the amount of FTA the grizzlies got esp considering we got to the paint more than they did so thats just ridiculous lol) but at the end of the day they didnt play hard enough and severely underestimated the grizzlies due to their injuries which was just. so so pathetic like whatever this loss the warriors truly did this to themselves

[dimensionhoppr]

THEY ARE COMPLETE:

(X) (X) (X) (X)

three days of hyperfixation later we have them...give em a listen give em a like ^_^

[sylladextrous]

god I love being trans. meeting other trans girls and getting along with them right away is so nice and I love it

[sevicia]

Holding up the training camp scene where Yamaguchi yells at Tsukishima like DOES ANYONE KNOW. DOES ANYONE CARE.

[simcardiac-arrested]

“srs/fp” this “srs/nsh” that but where is the love for my favorite sapphics (slivermoon)

right here boss

[kelbreys-baseball-bat]

Kelbrey Week - Day 2 - Aged Up

[Scribbles on a journal]

Aubrey came to my tournament today! I mean, I knew she probably would, but it was just so great seeing her! She'd been so busy with her psyche classes, I was worried she'd miss it. The others were so happy to see her too! She cut her hair too, I think it's really pretty it really suits her!

After the match, we all decided to ride over to Gino's, like old times! We got the bus to drop us off. It was snowing too! Aubrey was teasing me for tripping at the match earlier, so I took her hat and bolted off! I knew she probably couldn't catch me if I went full speed though, so I slowed down a bit. It's really nice seeing her, I missed having her around.

This takes place probably a couple years after the events of the game! They're all in college now!! Kel is a Varsity player at his school, and Aubrey's a psychology major! Naturally, they all aren't as close as they were as kids, but they keep in touch and still care about each other and still hang out!

Kel and Aubrey's friendship is less rough now, but they still tease each other like friends do. They're much.. softer now. Kel really likes Aubrey's company, and Aubrey really likes Kel's. There's something there that both of them... kinda notice, but don't acknowledge. For now <3

[kami-kun1003]

Sebek is mean to Silver but secretly cares about him so it’s ok ❌

Silver and Sebek have a very complicated relationship that goes deeper than just your generic tsundere “it’s not like I care about you” trope and has a lot of potential to be an interesting dynamic where they’re not exactly friends but can’t bring themselves to outright hate each other ✅