#it’s so cute 🥺

[bwayfan25]

She is so cute for someone who was annoying the hell out of us just a few hours ago

[himbohargreeves]

can someone PLEASE gif that soft lil moment where Diego is balancing stuff on Stan’s head to make him laugh and Lila is like 🥹😍

[daydadahlias]

the part in “moving along” when Ashton drops his drumsticks and says “oh no” >>>

[autumnalreaper]

my mom’s making a horror vest..now i wanna make a horror vest

[pink-psychic]

I will forever regret not getting this bag

[beif0ngs]

Hobie being Miles' #1 supporter, hype man & homie 👊🏿

[gayrui]

The Toya pochacco Sanrio collab card 🥺

[knowaristotle]

I love the august run so muchhh

[sofiaruelle]

Please perceive her. 😭😭😭💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

[ruviart]

Came across these panels on Pinterest and I just had to redraw them......

[cerberin]

he’s so cute it makes me tear up 🥺

[daydadahlias]

Ashton telling the boys this morning to do their pre show skin care routine 🥺

Everyone say thank you mom

[housecow]

it’s no wonder i’m outgrowing everything..

[dorkynerd23]

lvy Pepper Appreciation Post. 💛🌼✨

[beif0ngs]

It looks like they fell asleep.

[emmyrosee]

Outside, the rain pours like no one’s business, the wind howling in frustration as it mingles with the tinkering drops against your roof and windows.

You, luckily, are curled happily under your blanket, scrolling through your phone with a nice cup of tea next to you, enjoying the sounds of a storm in nothing but your own company.

Until-

“Ah. You’re home,” you hum, flicking your eyes up at osamu, then back to your phone. His arms are filled with reusable bags that dangle from the bulky muscles, two large palms cradling the milk, and the fluffiness of his hair lays flat to his head. His shirt is soaked, you hear the squish of his shoes, and you hate how cute the wet-dog aesthetic is on your man.

You hear him pant softly, “it’s. Wet. Outside.”

You chuckle and shake your head, reaching for your cup of tea, “yeah baby, that’s why I’m inside.”

“You could’ve helped your strong, smart, talented, amazing boyfriend with the groceries.”

“I offered, you said you “‘got this’,” you hum, secretly glad your boyfriends chivalry knows no bounds and he’d rather get drenched in the cold rain than risk you getting drenched in the cold rain.

But he is a Miya. He’s going to whine just a little bit.

You hear him place the groceries down, “but now I’m cold. And my shoes are wet. And I was lonely.”

You click off your phone and shrug off your blanket, making your way towards him. He smiles as you approach, and when you use a warm hand to move his hair off his forehead, he nuzzles into your touch.

“Thank you for getting the groceries,” you say, leaning up to press a kiss to his cold forehead. “Go take a nice hot shower, I’ll put them away.”

“I only bought a few frozen things, so you can join me in the shower.”

You giggle, “as tempting as that is, I’d really like you to warm up.”

He smirks and, before you can process, he scoops you up in his arms and throws you over his shoulder, his freezing shirt soaking you as you writhe and scream at the playful action. “Osamu!”

“Now you’re wet too. Come shower with me, and wash my hair.”

“You bought dairy,” you manage between titters, “I have to put it away.”

“So let’s put it away together. Then we can shower.”

“You’re so clingy!”

“Oh I’ll show you clingy.”