#it is cheesy but i dont care

[cringeworms]

I've been gone for, like, months lmao but have a super quick edit I made and forgot to post! The song is Devil's Backbone by the Civil Wars and I found it through a Clannibal playlist here on tumblr but I don't remember who posted it so if that was you chime in

[ssaseaprince]

Season 1 Will truly holds my whole heart. I know he's struggling, I know he's still got that darkness in him. But something about the way he struggles just hits my soul. Something about him just makes you fall in love. He wears the cologne he always gets for Christmas, he doesn't hesitate to rescue a stray dog. He goes out in the snow just so he can look at his house light up in the dark. He wears glasses he doesn't need and keeps people at arms length. He sleeps on a mattress on the floor so all his dogs can curl up around him. He makes his dogs food from scratch, he ties his own flies. He'll go out into the cold to look for a wounded animal. He forgets to eat, and he connects with those who are suffering, and he just wants to be good, even if it's purely for selfish reasons. He wears flannel and gives his dogs baths on the porch and may or may not play the piano. He is beautiful.

[turrondeluxe]

Lovers Rock

[sznofthesticks]

hey look! i made a tarlos banner! they're so precious and in love im going to be sick (affectionate)

thanks for the tags @paperstorm and @thisbuildinghasfeelings

also, thanks to @lemonlyman-dotcom @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @actualalligator for the tease tidbit tuesday tags, this is me tagging you back if you'd like to share again!! :)

i took a sharp turn from my angsty season 1 tk fic to writing domestic married fluff. <33

this is unedited and ill probably add to this scene. but have a very rough draft friends!!

Carlos was sitting on the couch, reading his romance novel, legs crossed, wearing just a pair of grey jogger sweatpants, with no shirt, glistening, clearly having finished working out not long ago. As he heard the door sliding on the track, Carlos placed his bookmark to save his place and got up to greet his husband.

“Hi, sweetheart, how was your day?” Carlos kissed his husband’s cheek.

TK shrugged, “It was all right. I’m just tired.”

“Are you hungry? Do you want dinner?” Carlos asked.

“Eh not yet. I just want to relax with you.” TK placed a hand on each of Carlos’s cheeks and brought him in for a kiss. “I missed you.”

“You saw me this morning, but I missed you too.” Carlos took TK's hands and intertwined their fingers and led him to the couch. Carlos laid down first and TK crawled on top of him, laid his head on Carlos’s bare chest and nuzzled in, shortly after fading into slumber.

tags under the cut!

no pressure tagging: @reyesstrand @kiwichaeng @strandnreyes @literateowl @safeaswrites @nancygillianmvp @zitasempri @ladytessa74 @honeybee-taskforce @bonheur-cafe @fandomswonderland @welcometololaland @alrightbuckaroo @whatsintheboxmh @herefortarlos @my-little-tilly @fallout-mars @heartstringsduet @carlos-in-glasses @carlos-tk @jeysbvck @sugdenlovesdingle @firstprince-history-huh @your-catfish-friend @vineofroses @inkweedandlizards @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @lightningboltreader @sanjuwrites @reyestrandd and open tag <3

[scarlet-moonlight]

Soulmate/Reincarnation au where the Runeterra version of whatever Heartsteel member was their past life and they loved you there. Unfortunately in that universe it felt like you were constantly in danger. They were trying to protect you but it never felt like it was enough. Maybe it ended up in a tragic/doomed romance? Maybe not, thats up to you but it was never a peaceful one, thats for sure, they wished they could have anything other than the war filled life they were given.

Now cut to the modern, Heartsteel/music au. They keep on running into you and you keep running into them. You both feel like you’ve seen their face before (Outside of a social media post or TV screen) but you can’t figure out why or how. And then you’re finally able to talk to them and it all feels so familiar. They’re finally reunited with the person they felt like they’ve been searching for, and this time they dont have to worry about anything hurting you

[anteatermoment]

fun fact! some day you will be okay. you will feel the sun on your face and you will really feel it. you will see your friends and you will really be there. you will live your life and you will really feel alive. there will always be bad days, weeks, months, even years. they may be mildly bad or they may be soul-crushing, and, boy, will they be there. but so will you. and you will be there and then one day you won't, because those days will pass and you will be okay again. and I know sometimes that's so very hard to believe, and I can't give you any reason to believe it, and it's okay if you don't. but it will still happen. you will be okay.

[code31-onthedancefloor]

i'm never not going mad over this. she is answering him. la revacholiere is there. she is someone, and she's waited so long to talk to him. she's never not seeing or hearing or feeling him. she is the rain and the sodium light she bathes him in. harry is begging into the void of a harrowing prerecorded message in an abandoned building and she picks up. to tell him that she has been here for three hundred years. just to show him that she is capable of an answer. that she has always been here; immaterial, ever-changing. that if her voice can reach him so earnestly, in this place of doomed hope and failed capitalist ventures, he can keep going. augh.

[ughgoaway]

have we talked about teacher girlies first family outing with matty and annie once annie knows thsir together?? what did they do? where did they go?

Omg, we have not talked about this!! It's very interesting to think about too. there are so many options, but I think it would be very casual and chill! Maybe Matty would plan for a big first family outing, going to a play or out for a big day, but I think it ends up so relaxed.

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I can see it being just a walk in the park with the three of you and Mayhem! You wake up there for one of the first times and come downstairs completely giddy. Because what do you mean you're at your boyfriend's house, and you slept over, and now you can come down and see him and his daughter?? Crazy!

You come downstairs to the perfect domestic vision, Annie sat at the kitchen table colouring in with mayhem snoring at her feet with Matty pottering away in the kitchen beind you. She has a glass of orange juice in her favourite Paw Patrol cup, and her face lights up when she sees you walk in.

“Miss y/n! Come see what im colouring” she says, waving you over with a cheesy smile. Mayhem perks up when you walk over too, and you can hear his tail whacking against the table leg as it wags. You give him a soft stroke on the head and stand back up to look at Annie's colouring, “Wow Annie it's beautiful! Also, you don't have to call me miss y/n when we’re at home sweetie, just y/n is okay” You smile and rub her hair as you speak, twirling her ringlets in your fingers.

Her jaw drops slightly, and you can see her thinking look on her face as she processes. Trying to disconnect teacher-you from home-you is quite a lot for a 6-year-old brain to handle.

Whilst she’s still thinking Matty slides into your side, grabbing your hip and pressing a kiss to your cheek as he places a cup of tea on the table in front of you, “Morning baby, m’ just making some pancakes. You want some?” 

His voice is still perfectly scratchy from sleep, and you hum happily at the feeling of his hand on your skin, pressing yourself back against him with a warm smile. “Mm sounds good, thank you, love.” You spin in his grip then, and immediately your mouth dries at the sight of him.

He's wearing his glasses, and you can see a light dusting of flour on the lenses. his slight stubble is at the perfect stage where it's just scrathy enough to feel but not to leave beard burn. His curls are a mess as obviously hadn't fixed his bedhead yet, and you couldn't be happier. He's shirtless and wearing low-slung tartan pyjama trousers that are begging to be inched down slightly more.

Matty can feel your eyes on his body and smirks as you trace every inch of him. When you finally meet his eyes again, he can't help but smirk and say, “You done?” with a teasing laugh. You should be embarrassed, but you can't bring yourself to be, just feeling so happy and loved up that any embarrassment melts away. 

“Mm not quite,” you say, leaning back and looking him over once more, “Okay now im done, thanks” and you give him a cheeky peck on the lips before he walks back into the kitchen. You watch him walk away because you are nothing if not a whore, but you spin back around quickly when Annie giggles. 

“You kissed my daddy,” she says, giggling and kicking her feet, “because you like like him” She nods as she speaks, going back to colouring with a shy smile on her face. You hear Matty laugh from the kitchen at her words, and you can't help but giggle too, looking at Annie and giving her an accepting nod. 

You all sit down for breakfast together, and it's domestic bliss, really. Eating Matty’s surprisingly good pancakes and talking about your plans for the day. Annie brings up the idea of walking mayhem together, and you look at Matty for confirmation before agreeing, "That sounds lovely, sweet girl, good idea."

You all get wrapped up in coats and hats, and even Mayhem is getting his coat on. Annie looks like a pile of coats by the end, Matty wrapping her in about 20 layers to make sure she doesn't get a cold despite your protests that she’ll be okay. You shut up his worried rambling with a dizzying kiss, and he pulls away, blinking heavily and with no thoughts in his head.

Annie is walking a few steps in front of you, holding Mayhem under close supervision. He is a good boy and doesn't tug the lead, but he's so big that if he did, Annie would go flying, so you both keep an eye. But you and Matty walk a few paces behind holding hands and acting like lovesick teenagers the whole time. Staring at each other and stealing kisses, squeezing the other's hand, and smiling. You heard Annie say “eww” to Mayhem after a kiss went on a little too long, and he can't help but pull apart from Matty laughing. 

Once you get to the fenced-in park, mayhem goes off lead, and he and Annie are running around together like crazy people, sprinting and jumping. You and Matty sit on the bench watching them, your head on Matty's shoulder, and he strokes up and down your arm.

“I used to think about things like this all the time, you know?” You say to Matty, watching Annie and holding in your giggles at how funny she looks running around with a dog who is practically 2x the size of her.

Matty hums thoughtfully before he speaks, “Things like what sweetheart? Watching my daughter run around like a maniac at 10 am?”

You laugh and lightly slap Matty, bringing your head up to look him in the eyes before you speak, “No just domestic stuff like this with you. Eating breakfast, walking the dog, hanging out with Annie. I can't quite believe it’s real” you bringing your hand up to matty's red cheek, warming the cold skin under your palm.

Matty smiles sweetly and twists his face to kiss your palm, pulling back to say, “It's very real, baby. But I was the same. Waking up to see you next to me this morning was so weird. Wasn't sure if I was still dreaming for a few minutes”

You can't help but snort and call matty cheesy, but your smile and the quick peck you give him tell him how much his words really mean to you. You pull away from the kiss after a few seconds and look into his eyes for a bit before tracing his face, committing it to memory. 

Soon, Annie calls Matty over to run around with her and mayhem, and he does. Leaving you sitting on the bench watching your little family running around like maniacs in front of you, and you couldn't be happier.

[cheesyz]

doodled some randomized ii ships!!

[sapphire-drawings]

Reference video

Listen Listen. . . Let me explain

Wx-78 played the Ragtime circuit or whatever Maxwell gets mad, like, Mad, MAD Wilson takes him away from everyone (apparently to the graveyard)?) They talk Like, c'mon! Maxwell is traumatized! And Wilson understands He is the only one who knows what the throne was like even for a short amount of time Then to cheer him up they dance, no music

Just them

And like, like! Maxwell is just happy to have someone who sort of understands what the throne was like even tho he caused him so much pain He's happy being able to dance once again He's happy Wilson trust him enough to catch him like that He's happy to hear Wilson's laugh He's happy Wilson's there and-and

AAHHHHHHHH IDK I JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD BE REALLY CUTE TO SEE THEM DANCE!

Also, my sister thinks I skyrocketed my animation skill with this lol

[androgymagnus]

i think i said this when the episode first came out, but. that while there are many, many things about the work study job i don't care for, i will never stop cackling at the secret society of janitors/security guards/groundskeepers/etc. beautiful

[lilpomfriend]

What a lovely night.

[sodapackyuri]

i'm tryin' to make something of myself, on better days i go buy the hard sell

[lemonyinks]

Querl thinks in the early hours of the morning

Brainy/Lyle oneshot

975 words

If there was one thing Querl loved about working on Earth, it was the way it sounded in the early morning. Crickets and birds chirping in unison, the gentle howl of wind breezing by, the rustle of the flora outside, the occasional whistle of a hover craft passing by outside. It was all so calming, so wonderful. Combined with the soft colours of the fading dawn, it was one of the things Querl looked forward to the most in the mornings.

But nothing would ever compare to the feeling of waking up in the arms of his lovers.

Though lined with muscle built up from years of hero and spy work alike, Lyle was warm and soft. He radiated a sort of heat similar to an over worked computer or a lit Bunsen burner. To anyone else, it may have been overbearing, but Querl ran cold, so it was perfect. Almost as perfect as the plushness he had to his stomach, which Querl loved to sink his head into during quiet moments like this.

It was hard to believe that not too long ago, Querl would go days, if not not weeks or months, on end without seeing another person entirely. Cold labs and uncomfortable chairs were the way he used to spend his days and nights. He used to deem it a waste of time to make the trip back to a room he couldn’t even call his own every night. Sleep was a luxury he rarely indulged in anyway, so what was the point?

Things were different now, though. Now, he looked forward to putting away his laboratory equipment, packing experiments and data away for the night in order to fall into bed with the man he loved. He could hardly imagine spending a night away from him anymore.

Lyle lay sprawled out across the bed, nude aside from a thin sheet covering his hips and bunching up under one armpit. His chest rose and fell in a gentle, repetitive motion. Querl was strewn partway on top of him equally as nude with his legs thrown over one of Lyle’s own and his head nestled on his collarbone, shoulder wedged under his other armpit.

His eyes trailed over every inche Lyle’s face. From lashes so long they delicately brushed his cheekbones, to the mole that sat at the corner of his right eye. From the round cheeks he loved to plant kisses on, flushed with the heat of the night, all the way down to plush lips, parted as light snores escaped them.

Querl let his hand come up to stroke the heated skin on his lover’s chest and travel downwards. Smooth, scarred, smooth, scarred, that was the pattern of his skin. Markings that varied from thin white slashes, to splatters of dark discolouration that took up significant space. Their origins were widely unknown to Querl. His touches were feather soft as his hand came to a stop near the other's navel, though they evidently tickled as Lyle’s lips twitched in his sleep and a soft giggle escaped him before his expression settled once more.

Querl draped his arm across Lyle’s abdomen and brought a hand down to hold him around the waist, using his thumb to gently stroke his hipbone, where lay one of his larger scars, which spanned from his navel all the way around to his back. He knew the origin of this one. A mission gone wrong back when he was still working for earthgov, not long before he had joined the Legion. Apparently diplomats did not take well to being spied on during elections.

Lyle took a deep breath and shifted, rolling onto his side to face Querl, and he moved with him to allow the change in position. Lyle's eyebrows momentarily furrowed before smoothing out again, still deep in sleep. They were so close now that their chests were pressed together, their noses brushing against each other. He could feel each puff of warm breath ghosting against his lips.

Querl brought a slow hand up to brush a stray strand of hair out of Lyle’s face before tucking the length behind his ear with a gentleness that few would believe he had the capability of displaying. It was getting longer, he noted. His usual mullet was shaggier, the back almost falling past his shoulders and his bangs touching down against his cheekbones. Beautiful as always.

He ran his knuckles against Lyle’s cheekbone and then cupped his cheek in one cold hand and swiped his under eye with his thumb, careful to not apply too much pressure. His heart soared when Lyle leaned into the touch with a soft noise.

His eyes flickered over to the alarm clock sitting on the bedside table over Lyle’s shoulder. The bright red numbers blinking at him incessantly told him that it was 4 in the morning, about an hour and a half before he and Lyle were to head into the lab for work.

There was a point in time where he would have simply climbed out of bed and headed in early to best optimize his usefulness, but now such things concerned him not. He could not think of a better way to spend his time than this. Now, he was content to press a soft, butterfly kiss to the spot between Lyle’s eyebrows and snuggle closer into his warmth. And he did just that, slinging an arm around Lyles waist and tangling their legs together.

He never thought he was capable of feeling a love like this, nor did he ever think it would be returned so strongly. He had previously resigned himself to a millennium of solitude before Lyle came into his life and lit it up with the light of a thousand stars. Querl loved, and he was loved in return. He couldn’t ask for anything more.

[karkatting]

neverrrrr over the fact that bgd refers to jake as his boyfriend even though dirk and jake had broken up at that point

[slutdge]

god im randomly craving catfish nuggets so bad right now