when ronan misses declan he dreams and wakes up with hundreds of bottles of pepto-bismol.
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I JUST GOT A NOTIFICATION FROM BOOKING.COM (I didn't even know I had the app) ABOUT A TRIP TO PARIS, THINKING IT WAS A SPAM/PROMO MESSAGE I SHOWED MY PARTNER AND HE GOES "well that's not how I wanted you to find out but surprise!!! We're going to Paris for a week next week!!" AND OH MY GODDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!! MY TUMMY HURTS SOOOOO BAD (/VVVPOS) !!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M GOING TO PARIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS SO EXCITING IM GONNA HAVE ANXIETY POOPS FOR THE NEXT 5 DAYS!!!!!!!!! AHHAHAHEIMAOFKAOFNAORNSKMVOAMFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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when you get home from work, your boyfriend already knows it was a bad day—never mind the countless texts he received detailing your every misfortune; the sullen, defeated look on your face and your refusal to talk to him says plenty as you trudge through the door.
you disappear to shower, and he doesn’t follow you, doesn’t pry. he knows when to keep his distance, when to give you space. a shower will allow you to slough off some of the day’s irritation and (hopefully) give you a clearer mind.
or not.
as you emerge from the bathroom in your loungewear, you’re just as grumpy. instead of asking about dinner, you flop down on the couch, wet hair practically dripping onto the cushions. you stare at the ceiling.
he doesn’t say anything—he just sidles up next to you, placing a large, calloused palm on your thigh. his touch grounds you in an indescribable way. you look at him for the first time since you arrived home, and simply state, “my tummy hurts.”
the blunt way you put it, lips slightly pouting like a petulant child’s, has him stifling a chuckle. but he knows laughing will only make you more upset. instead, he murmurs, “i’m sorry.”
his next movement is a habit at this point: he lifts the hem of your shirt and places a gentle hand on your stomach, applying the slightest pressure. the warmth from his palm soothes you; he presses a kiss to your temple. “what do you need?” he asks.
you finally smile—barely, just a peek of sunshine. “nothing,” you whisper.
you have all that you need.
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Wait wait I have a fursona?!
Yup you heard that right!
Since I've been making so much art based on other people's fursonas I thought it was my time to share
This is Star who I made in early 2023, drew maby 3 time and than promptly forgot about them
Considering my art now is mainly furry art (i think?)with all the Bluey dogs and that, I find it kinda funny my normal art style is just humans and I'm actually pretty bad at drawing furries
(this was the only one that came out alright the other ones were pretty janky)
They do have 2 arms but I couldn't figure out how to pose it without covering the tail and I guess this was my solution?
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