#hand holding <333

[ihearth0rror]

(spoilers for s2 of aib !!)

omfg…i am literally hyperventilating right now bcos of the joy i am experiencing on ep8 of s2 is insane. karubae and chota 🥹🥹. ik they aren’t alive but atleast i get that one wholesome little scene. i’m actually crying happy tears rn :DD also kuina??? 26:50 ep8 s2??? um i’m a sucker for hand holding and that was adorableeee. and not to mention kota and when he gets to see his parent again was really wholesome. and tatta… babe i love u and you deserve the world, i hope u r ok. this show should honestly be more popular than squid game was, i mean damn… anyway bye <33

[togoldlilya]

So let's go see the stars

"i don't know where youre getting all this money from kiki, but i'm gonna go broke if we keep doing this" sayaka sighs trying to ignore the boy next to her.

"okaka! natto okaka! shake gohan!" he whines loudly pulling on her arm.

"ACK! be quiet idiot! you're gonna wake everyone up!" she reprimands whisper yelling at him as she slaps a hand over his mouth. "fine we can go get snacks just be quiet okay?" finally giving in her voice is stern as she stares him down. his eyes light up as he nods vigorously. "okay good- AH YOU- why did you lick my hand you little shit?!" yanking her hand away she automatically wipes it on his sweater, face screwed up in disgust.

"HAHAHAHA natto- hahahaha-" he bursts out laughing, unable to stop for a few minutes.

"are you done now? do you wanna get snacks or not?" sayaka deadpans already starting to walk away.

"tsuna mayo! gohan!" appearing by her side he happily grabs her hand and begins to drag her to the convenience store down the street. after some bickering and eye rolling they back it back to their usual spot with little fanfare, and about five onigiri thanks to a certain someone.

"we always get so much and never eat it all, one day yuuta's gonna get suspicious about why we give him so many snacks" sayaka comments as toge lays out the blanket.

"mmm okaka, yuuta hakusai" toge waves off what she said with a smirk.

"toge! that's just mean! be nice!" she punches his shoulder lightly emphasizing her point.

"AK- shake shake, ikura natto" he rubs him arm a dramatic hurt look on his face.

"let's just finish setting up, you're fine" rolling her eyes she dumps all the snacks in the middle of the blanket. they finally get settles, side by side as they lay back to look at the stars. they always do this whenever they get a chance, finding the quiet around them and bright sparkling stars calming. his hand finds her easily intertwining their fingers with practiced ease.

[kenneduck]

Praying for a River Zora and Ocean Zora Romeo and Juliet plotline. Let them hold hands!!

[claudia-lioncourt]

If you were the last vampire on Earth... it would be enough. You and me. Me and you.

[dispotatorulzz]

Two art in one day !!!! Here's Shiloh holding void , quicker simpler thing (which is why I got two things done today LMAO)

I don't think Shiloh's ever seen a cat before void and think he would enjoy to hold her (even if he is holding her wrong)

[uzi-x33]

they’re both stupid, where r ppl shipping them to guys? you decide idk, they’re gonna explode

[krispycreamsicle]

[spearxwind]

if weather allows for it this thursday im gonna be going on my first actual official dive since getting certified and its a night dive of all things im so fucking excited

[lotus-sunn]

SUPER AWEZOME DISCOVERY!!!

LOOK AT HIS FACE HE IS SO SILLY LOOK AT HIM!!!

HIS FACE GO SQUISHHH LOOK AT MY BOYS THEY ARE SO CUTE!!

[demon-mochi]

XD Your puppet Wally reminds me of my pet Betta fish, because despite being very limited in expression he is incredibly expressive anyway, and dramatic

Betta fish are very pretty, so I think he’d be happy that he reminds you of your fish~

Dolly Wally coming in with the reality check like-

[fizzytoo]

“Oh… you're that new farmer, aren't you?"

@eatasslikegrass 🫵🏽 >:3c

transcript: “ If it weren't for those horrendous clothes you might actually be cute. Actually, nevermind.”

[mrcowboydeanwinchester]

me and @limbel ranting in perfect agreement for days about how sapphicnatural is consistently underappreciated in a fandom space which only really privileges destiel when all we want to do is recognise the women of the show

[chiquilines]

Hi guysssssss its been a minute

I havent posted in a hot while due toooo many things one of which being im not that much into mha anymore... i still really really love all my girls, tgchk mmjr midjoke miryumi etc still hold a dear place in my heart, and I'm gonna keep drawing them, just less. I might start posting more art from different media, but regardless im not gonna be able to post much in the coming months cause I am about to have a very very busy time academically, so Im gonna have less time for drawing :( anyways, thanks to everyone whos been liking my my hero art, it means a lot to me and i appreciate everyone who takes the time to look at my silly self endulging wlw!! This isnt a goodbye btw, im just taking the opportunity to be sappy :) see yall in the next post!!

[snivel1]

My best friends forever and ever!!!🥹💞

[bloodybigwardrobe]

the how is quiet, a deserted place full of dust and low-burning fires, the cheer of hard-won battle left lingering on the threshold of this ancient place.

in front of a long-cracked stone, caspian falls to his knees before the high king of old. he breathes narnian wine out into the dim light, and stares up into amber-blue eyes that hold every shade of the narnian sky.

freshly calloused hands reach out to hold up his chin, to push back at his hair. the very life of narnia hums where kingly skin meets his, where fingertips brush over bruised jaw and cheek, over cut and bleeding lip. a soft smile with the very world in the corners of a cracking mouth lets the fires around them burn anew.

"you must learn to stand rather than kneel," peter says, amusement a melody that burns caspian's skin. "a king cannot stand on buckling legs at every turn."

"i will learn," caspian whispers, too afraid to break whatever spell has come to rest on them. "i swear."

sword-weary hands tug at his head, then brush down to his shoulders to pull him up. "then you ought to start tonight. the throne does not wait."

peter's voice is gentle, yet feels like teeth atop his ribcage. caspian wishes nothing more than to be pried open by the king-turned-boy and back again. he wants nothing more than for narnia to consume him, heart and all. but he is afraid.

"can't i start with the rising sun?"

peter laughs, turns them ever so slightly, and pushes caspian to sit where the legends saw aslan sacrifice his body to the creeping ice. caspian's body turns tense, awe a potent paralysis, when his tired, wine-drunk eyes watch a myth come true slowly get on his knees before him.

"what are you doing?"

peter's night-and-morning eyes crinkle at their edges. his teeth seem bloodied and sharp. "you must learn to be kneeled to."

caspian wonders if his heart will break through his chest like the fleeing bird it seems to be. "i have been kneeled to my whole youth."

peter shakes his head, reaches out a hand to settle on caspian's shaking knee. "it is not the same."

and caspian knows it can't be, because there is a weight pressing down on his shoulders that he's never felt before. suddenly, it feels as though an enormous beast is bearing down on every inch of him, snapping teeth at his neck and talons digging into his thighs. caspian gasps. in front of him, peter looks on with a smile.

"learn to stand," peter repeats, his voice a blade beneath caspian's chin, "weather the strain." his mouth is stretched wide with teeth that do not belong to the image of a boy, his presence a wall before caspian's trembling body. there is blood where his eyes ought to be. his stare remains unrelenting.

a beast in front, and a beast behind. caspian shakes. "it is too much."

peter laughs, then, still kneeling but looming above like an ancient tree, a cavern stretching far beyond what caspian can see. "stand," he commands again, his voice coming from all around. "stand, caspian, or fall."

there are fangs scraping down caspian's spine, something hard prying its way beneath armour and skin. he takes a breath. something growls.

when he stands, his legs tremble. he doesn't dare to take a step for fear of losing his balance on what suddenly seems like a sword's edge beneath his feet.

but he stands. he doesn't fall.

when peter laughs this time, it is a soft, comforting thing, like the setting sun over the laughing crowds outside. his eyes are once again blue-amber in the firelight, his teeth sharp but human where his lips pull back.

"there you are," he hums, pride and satisfaction louder than the words themselves. caspian laughs full of relief, his eyes wet with unshed tears.

he stands where he was kneeling, and he doesn't fall. he holds out shaking hands and twines them in golden hair. "thank you," he says, even as his shoulders burn under the weight.

peter—the very weave of old narnia, a king of times long past and yet breathing the same air as those that only know him from washed-out carvings and whispered songs—only smiles.

[lilliancdoodles]

Life is like the ocean, it goes up and down by @tastytoastz (Click for better quality, master post of all my art for this fic)