#i'm feeling a bit sappy

[patchesbeanie]

i've had such a good day like seriously i'm feeling really happy <3 uni ending for the summer and meeting lots of friends that i haven't been that close to before has had such a big impact on my happiness!!! i've used social media much less and tumblr is my only crazy place where i can let loose and blog about silly minecrafters :D lots of things have happened in the fandom, both good and bad, but seeing how happy dteam are and how they've been able to live their lives more freely after the meetup has also made me so happy!!!!!!! some things do get better and i hope all of you are having a happy spring too <3

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I've always felt that it'd be Killua who initiates the first hug we see between him and Gon

[vargaslovinghours]

And never let you go ♥

Bonus without the overspill lighting:

[samepictureofclintbarton]

i'm so happy i'm back to my regular clint posting

[nilla-bear]

I think there's something so beautiful about connecting with a character and the show/movie/game/book not being enough that we have to write/read fanfics about them.

We create our own little version of them in their heads, create headcannons, bond with strangers over our commonalities of how we feel about them.

I like to think even with the darkest, scariest, most violent characters we're infatuated with (cough, johnny for example, cough) that everyone has their own special place in their brain and heart that they keep their own little piece of their creation, their version, of whatever fictional character they love. Even if it doesn't fit the cannon narrative of whatever media/literature piece they originate from, god knows I love me some reformed/fluffy johnny, I just think that little piece of escapism, hyperfixation, love for these characters is so so special.

[dormont]

[mirabel-on-a-bicycle]

whoever chose this song for the ending, I owe you my life

[theflyingfeeling]

Seventh Day of Gift-Giving: Seven Nights

Prompt: Light fell through the window, illuminating the couple lying in bed, entangled with each other and perfectly content with it.

The two idiots in love have also been idiots in the kitchen, but not for much longer! 💞

~

After all the food-related disasters, their dinner date had been nothing but lovely, if simple: arriving at the restaurant, it had turned out someone working there knew Olli from one of their music projects back in their conservatoire days and had happily arranged a table for them at the back of the dining hall, hidden away from the hustle and bustle of the restaurant. There they were left in peace to chat about everything that crossed their minds, to make each other giggle by “stealing” food from each other’s plates, or just to sit in silence, finding deep comfort in each other’s easy company. The atmospheric lighting of the restaurant had made Olli’s expression look especially soft, and if they hadn’t, in spite of everything, been in public, Aleksi wouldn’t have hesitated scooting his chair next to Olli’s to whisper sweet nothings into his ear or pull him in for a long kiss, one he had been dying to give him the entire evening.

That was why, after having picked up Rilla from Tommi’s temporary dog daycare, Aleksi was more than happy to be back at Olli’s again, because he couldn’t have pushed Olli against the door to crash their mouths together at the restaurant, could he?

It seemed Olli shared the sentiment, as he was quick to undress Aleksi of his overcoat and wrap his arms around Aleksi’s waist to pull him close, never breaking the kiss but instead smiling into it. 

“Thanks for the date night,” Aleksi said, pulling his mouth apart from Olli’s just enough to form the words before savouring the taste of Olli’s bottom lip again. He could still detect traces of the chocolatey dessert they had enjoyed.

“The best idea we’ve had all week, huh?” Olli’s speech was but slur, with Aleksi nibbling on his lips with great appetite despite having just dined the better part of evening; now, he was ravenous for something else entirely.

“The best idea we’ve had all week so far,” Aleksi murmured in turn. He hoped Olli would get his hint and was rewarded when the shade of Olli’s eyes darkened and his sighs against Aleksi’s lips, cheek and neck became more shallow, more greedy. 

It seemed Tommi had done an impeccable job at activating Rilla all evening, since the dog wasted no time in making herself a nest in her little dog bed and was already settled in by the time Aleksi and Olli stumbled in the bedroom. Aleksi made a mental note of buying Tommi a beer as a thanks the next time they’d hang out, because Rilla’s sleepiness made it possible for him to grab Olli by his hips and gently guide him straight towards the bed, all the while leaving small, soft kisses on his lips.

Throughout the whole dinner, Aleksi’s mind had kept wandering to how amazing it had felt to hold Olli close and keep him there without the fear of rejection, to kiss him without alcohol clouding his judgement or regret banging the door at the back of his head; he was only just beginning to wrap his head around it all. Even now, with Olli’s body pressed against his, eagerly echoing every movement of Aleksi’s own, Aleksi almost wanted to stop and pinch himself to make sure it wasn’t all just another unattainable fantasy, a daydream that would turn into a nightmare when Aleksi would realise that was all it was: nothing but wishful thinking of a fool who had gone and fallen for a friend. 

As if reading his thoughts, Olli let their final kiss linger unnecessarily long before he opened his eyes to look up into Aleksi’s. His pupils were dilated and his eyelids hooded, but his hands were no longer roaming Aleksi’s backside aimlessly but instead slowly caressing his neck and chest before grabbing Aleksi by his shirt and pulling him on top of himself as they fell on the bed.

After the brief interruption, their mouths found the same rhythm effortlessly as a familiar feeling began to set in Aleksi’s lower stomach. Underneath him, Olli let out a long moan, his voice low – and insanely sexy, might Aleksi add – but just as Aleksi had begun to subtly roll his hips against Olli’s, his efforts were interrupted by Olli’s hand on his pelvis and his lips withdrawing from Aleksi's own.

“Aleksi, ummmm…” For one terrifying second, Aleksi paralysed in fear of having done the wrong thing or having misinterpreted Olli’s cues. Olli must have sensed this, for he immediately flashed him a reassuring smile and brought his face closer so their foreheads were touching.

“Is it okay if we just sleep tonight? Let’s just… not rush things, yeah? We’ve got time, don’t we?”

The relief almost brought tears to Aleksi’s eyes. 

(And maybe it did for real, but just a little, mind you.)

“Yeah,” Aleksi nodded, his nose nudging Olli’s. “We’ve got time.” 

Suddenly feeling exhausted (perhaps it was the stress from all the bottled-up pining finally pouring out of him all at once), Aleksi slumped next to Olli on the bed with a quiet oof, careful not to alarm Rilla. Olli turned to his side to face him, his fingers stroking the exposed parts of Aleksi’s hands below the rolled-up sleeves of his sweater. He seemed particularly fascinated by the tattoos on Aleksi’s forearm, tracing them with his fingers. The touch was just soothing enough for Aleksi to ignore that they should maybe change into something more comfortable before they’d cuddle each other to sleep, but then Olli’s lips began to slowly work their magic on Aleksi's own again, so he really wasn’t in the mindset to care all that much.

“Can I help you undress though?” Olli asked him after a series of long, slow, mind-blowing kisses.

As if Aleksi was ever going to say ‘no’ to that.

Once they had successfully (although not without tired giggles) removed each other’s shirts, they spent a good while taking turns at mouthing one another’s bare neck, shoulders and chest with all the care and love they could possibly put in such a gesture. It would have been easy, oh, so easy, to grab Olli with a little more intent, a little more craving, and resume what they had almost started, but Aleksi pushed aside his desires because he did agree with Olli: now that they were finally here, lost in each other’s touch, there was no more rush, no more fear of it all slipping through their fingers. Even when they were already stripped down to just their underwear, with Olli’s bulge pressing against his, Aleksi was content in having Olli by his side exactly like this.

“You’re so fucking lovely, I want you so much,” he told him, the words out of his mouth before he had a chance to evaluate just how sappy and desperate they sounded. Lucky for him, Olli didn’t seem to mind terribly.

When their kisses grew lazier and their hands found peace at last, fingers intertwined, Olli’s soft voice spoke from the dark.

“I want you too. So fucking much. Just… just so you know.”

Such simple words, yet they took Aleksi’s breath away.

I know now, he would’ve said if he had been capable of talking in that moment. Instead he left a light kiss on Olli’s fingers, hoping it might be enough of an answer. Under the touch, the fingers clasped on to Aleksi’s hand tighter, only softening their grip when Olli fell into a peaceful sleep.

‘The best idea we’ve had all week, huh?’ Olli's remark echoed in Aleksi's head.

Sure, Aleksi had agreed then, but if Olli would’ve brought it up again now, Aleksi would’ve answered differently.

The best idea we’ve had? This. Us.

[theadventurek9]

I'm feeling a little extra about this nationals issue. To be honest this could very well be Aayla's last chance to do a nationals for agility. At least all the classes. I keep feeling the bitter let down of again having a nationals ripped from our grasp, again.

In 2020 we were qualified to go to Cynosport, and it just happened that they were holding it only 2 hours away from our home. It got cancelled due to Covid and Aayla started limping the month before Cynosport would have happened. So even if Covid wouldn't of happened, I would have scratched her from competing.

With ASCA having a 12" category and smoother courses there is a chance for us this year. But, Aayla is turning 8 next month, has elbow dysplasia in both elbows with some mild arthritis. Agility is strictly a just for fun and on occasion sport for her now. Anything we enter I am on high alert for how she feels before, during and after and scratching her is always on the plate. Will she be okay to compete at 9 years old? I don't know, but the likelihood drops each year.

She is so good at this sport, she is fast and loves it. I want a nationals to show everyone. I know she doesn't care but I want everyone to know how amazing she is. We didn't get her MACH or ATCH with any venue. I'm not even considering an ASCA ACE title (like preferred agility champion). Yet I have this panic filled dread that without championships to her name, that I will have failed her potential. As long as something drastic doesn't happen, she will get her RACH. Yet I want more for her.

I know that this is stupid and doesn't really matter, especially not to Aayla. She is just happy training and playing. Yet out of all the dog's that I will have in my life, I know that she is going to be that one special one that no one else will come close to. Yet with my experience and ability to train and trial more, its likely I will have dogs that will get MACHs, OTCHs and so on. Yet none that will be like her and I don't want that overshadowed. I know in my bones that she could have gotten all of it if her body had allowed and I had the money to trial her more often.

Its such a silly thing, but I feel like it's not fair.

[fellhalcyon]

you don’t understand this ending made me so silly stupid happy !!!

[melon-cream-enmu]

Every moment is better in the rain. A confession, a reunion, a concert, a heartbreak, a long song, a kiss, a fight, a birth, a death. Everything......

[reverie-starlight]

I've been feeling extremely depressed this week, but I kid you not kuroo's bday is bringing me back to life today so if you see me going a bit wild on the dash, don't mind me <3

[norsenby]

if you think any of my drawings are cute (or hot), just know it's because I'm channelling the energy of my wife and our relationship into them. I love her so much u_u

[arabian-batboy]

I have been in the mood to watch some Shoujo so I finally got around watching Fruits Basket since its one of the most iconic Shoujo out there and it just feels like I’m missing out on not watching it and while I’m definitely enjoying it so far, I have to admit that Yuki’s (and Kagura) annoying ass almost made me want to drop the show...

[politemagic]

sometimes i feel like i love a little too easily. not in the romantic sense, but just in general. the threshold to attain my love is incredibly low, i have a heart that's primed for love. i love my partner. i love my parents. i love my best friend. i love the friends i haven't spoken to in ages. i love my co-worker who brought her dog into the office on christmas eve even though she was off because she wanted to make me smile. i love the employee at dunkin who remembers my coffee order. i love the greeter at our local walmart who wears bright pink butterfly clips in her hair. i love the girl in the car next to me enthusiastically pointing at my dog to her friend in the passenger seat. i love random the tumblr user who reblogs my post with funny or kind tags. i love the mutual whom i hardly ever actually speak to but we tag each other in tag games/send asks/etc. i believe humans are inherently lovable.

i have been loved too well in my life to not love others, and while sometimes that love can be taken advantage of, at the end of the day the saying is true: it's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. so i'll continue to love as i feel it, to express that love even if sometimes it isn't reciprocated, because i think it's beautiful thing to love other people, even if only in little bits.

[solarisgod]

Been having a night where I'm just. Feeling so much more hopeful about our future, which is such a very rare thing, but because of recent personal events and my cluster, I've definitely been a lot more happier than I was for almost four months straight, especially last month that was brimmed with negativity and anxiety for me while the beginning of March was extremely hard. But a lot of good things are happening to us and esp. me, and I just have this really good feeling everything will indeed be all okay in the end. I really do hope for those who's been struggling lately or for a long time that they will soon be able to have signs that everything will be okay while they can find that hope about their own futures. It takes so much time and patience and strength to endure it all and work with it, but the pain won't be like this forever, I promise.