#soft mornings with him :(

[reineydraws]

i dont have a caption for you lol i'll let shanks's heart eyes speak for themselves 🫶

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

one morning you cling to satoru’s back and sleepily plead for him not to leave for work and he feels closer to killing the higher ups than ever before

[timethehobo]

Just needed something soft. Need post-romance companions to look at Rook all lovey.

[goosecastle41]

The fact that the Krew pretty much immediately accepted that Kremy just loves unicorns at the start of the campaign warms my little heart

Think about it. Everyone was just like “Oh! We didn’t know you loved unicorns Kremy! That’s so sweet!” and no one thought to stop and make fun of him for it. Like Gricko could have easily teased him or Frost could have made some dry yet cutting remark about it but no

They just got right on board with the fact that Kremy’s always had this deep seated love for unicorns and was too afraid to say anything until then

Kremy’s obviously embarrassed about his decelerations right at first but quickly starts saying he loves unicorns with his whole chest as they enter the Witchlight carnival like

In my headcanon, Kremy did indeed always have a love for unicorns deep down (cause even after they left the carnival, Kremy still loves unicorns) but wouldn’t ever say anything about it because god forbid he look soft or weak, but then his found family just immediately jumped on board with his love for the mythical creatures and he figured out “oh. This ain’t so bad. If they still respect me, then whatever else anyone thinks doesn’t matter” and happily declared it for anyone to hear

[l3viat8an]

Putting a collar ‘n leash on Lucifer <3

[canisalbus]

cursed no tattoo machete (I'm sorry for doing this to him)

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[tinyclowndancer]

Alan Wake 2 – Behind The Scenes | Alan Wake in the Dark Place

[daryascurse]

For the kiss game 💋 1 + Howl, because I think mornings with him would be the softest ✨

🥺 the SOFTEST INDEED!! I'm dreaming of so many mornings with him now!!

“a kiss… good morning”

The night passed dreamlessly; as if you had just closed the thick velvet drapery and slipped under the sheets, nestling into the space before Howl’s bent knees and arm lazily tucked over your waist. But you now open your eyes to find his shoulder blades staring at you rather than his own long lashes. The two of you have turned in the night, your body now the big spoon with legs slotted between the tangle of his limbs gangly in the blankets.

You slip your hand over his ribs, under a bicep reaching under the pillow beneath the silky shag of his head. Howl’s lungs rise and fall slow, deep, under your spread fingers, still asleep.

You kiss the back that faces you, finding the skin soft at the spine. You kiss along his shoulders, each dusting of freckle, down each slot of vertebrae, your feet kicking into him as you pull yourself up to kiss the back of his neck.

Howl makes a grumbling sound that isn’t cranky, just incoherent.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” you say, turning your side into the soft plush of the mattress and pressing your hips to his as you reach with your other hand to comb through the tangles of his hair. It isn’t the most comfortable, but you kiss the path your fingers leave in the tawny strands.

Howl makes another sound that’s closer to your name than nonsense, nodding and pushing his head into the pillow further. You kiss the back of his head again and he begins to turn, elbow knocking into your arm. He sighs into the dim light of the room, shaking stray hair free from his eyes.

“Early,” is what he says at last. But he turns fully to face you with legs lashing to knit behind yours again, even with his eyes still fighting, still undecided in the battle between sleep and waking. His arms make room for you, and you smile, even though he can’t see it. You kiss his forehead now, and he turns his face up.

“More,” Howl whines, and when you kiss his waiting mouth, his lips are sweet and his hands close over you again.

minors, ageless, blank blogs dni with me

[bruciemilf]

“Too Sweet” by Hozier is a superbat anthem btw

[cowboymbeepbop]

Early Bird gets the 🪱

[ballpitwitch]

Keanu Reeves The ARCH Origin Story

[pollyna]

au in which Mav wakes up from one of that type of sleeping where you don't remember having nightmares, everything's pretty foggy in your head, and you lost a sock between the sheets. For a moment all he can do is panic because he lost a sock and the side of the bed is cold and he can't remember the last time he saw Ice if not in an hospital bed and what if he's dead. Oh god, what if he lost his husband in the same way he lost his sock and in the same way he lost Goose. What if he was that careless and- Mav feels like crying because he lost his sock and his husband and he can't do it? nonono, he refuses to-

There is a warm hand on the back of his neck for a second before two strong arms hug.

"Did you lose your left sock again, babe?" A voice just as warm as the arms asks.

"Yes," he whispers, feeling the tears streaming down his cheeks. "And I think I lost my husband too."

The voice behind him chuckles a little "No sweetheart, you just lost your sock. And if you lay down, I'll show you you haven't lost your sock or your husband, I swear."

Mav can't do much more, but he nods to the kind stranger before laying on the bed, his nose half mushed on his husband's pillow. What happens in the next few minutes is a hand around his calf and his foot finally feeling less chilly and somebody lying down in front of him.

"Hi," the stranger that's now not a stranger but his husband, because his husband is there and Mav feels like crying all over again, kisses his forehead and his nose. "See? I found your sock and your husband. Everything is where it was supposed to." Mav doesn't feel like saying much if not finding his way against Ice's chest, trying not to leave a single inch of space between them, already feeling more asleep than awake.

"Thank you, you saved me," he murmurs, kissing his neck before closing his eyes once again. The last thing he feels is a second kissing on his forehead and Ice hugging him a little tighter against his chest. Mav can't help but sigh and let sleep reclaim him once more.

[retroautomaton]

☕️🌻🍮

[lovvecherrymotion]

Early Jance where Nace's been in the band for a short while, they've just done an interview and one of the others jokes that he's so strong to be able to ignore Jan's heart eyes, which confuses him because heart eyes? Sure Jan was looking at him, but he does that all the time. Since he joined the band, Jan's been looking out for him and encouraging him to think that his opinions have merit and it's been a great confidence boost. He's a good friend, but heart eyes?

And after some confusion it turns out that everyone else can see it because they've known Jan for years, but Nace has literally never seen him look any other way so he has no idea it has any significance. That's just Jan's face. He always looks like that around Nace.

anon, i'm living for this 🥺🥺 nace not realizing jan is looking at him with heart eyes because that's how jan has always looked at him and everyone else knows 😭😭

(and as time goes by, he finally realizes they were right and jan does look at him in a special way)

[cuecrynsleep]

Amangela AU but it’s a rough draft;

Soulmate AU where after you turn a certain age, the day after, you get a soulmate timer. It counts down the days until you meet your soulmate/the days since you met your soulmate.

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Amanda has had her soulmate timer for a while. By the time her soulmate timer says “00:19:45” (aka 19 hours, 45 minutes left) it’s daunting if anything. Then that day it’s announced that some of the new hirees will be coming in tomorrow morning. That thought alone is ever so present in Amanda’s mind and she doesn’t want whatever soulmate jargon to effect her work at Smosh, if one of the new hirees did end up being her soulmate.

She does her usual routine of driving to a nearby coffee place before showing up at Smosh. Her mind isn’t on her soulmate timer as she’s more so focused on getting to her first shoot of the day. She passes by the new hirees as they were getting a tour of the Smosh Office, being quickly introduced to the four by Shayne. She doesn’t notice the ever so slightest tingle on her wrist, and continues on with her day.

By the time it’s the end of work, a few people at Smosh decided to end their day at the bar. Tommy points out her soulmate timer that now read “-00:10:19” meaning she met her soulmate roughly ten hours ago. She probably should’ve paid more attention to her soulmate timer. It was just hard to focus on that when she had more daunting things to focus on.

Her mind briefly thought of anyone significant at the coffee place from that morning, as well as the new additions at Smosh. As soon as Angela passes through her head she shakes the thought away. She had just met these people not even a day ago and to already think about one of them in a romantic context felt wrong. It didn’t matter if it was inevitable because of a timer on her wrist, after all she didn’t like living her life as such. All she wanted to do was to live it all naturally. Not forced by some timer on her wrist that made her feel like she had to talk to someone because it was fate.

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Angela gets her soulmate timer whilst working at Smosh. The first thing she notices when waking up that day was the new addition of her soulmate timer on her wrist. The ink read so clearly “-1,242:01:10” She honestly saw the number ridiculous at first, given how high it was. The moment she read it she couldn’t help but rub at the ink, as if that’d make the timer change. Whilst getting ready for work she gets an expected call from Chanse, the latter reminding her the day before that she’d get her soulmate mark. She hadn’t always cared about the phenomenon, definitely not as much as others.

“How the hell am I supposed to remember who I met over a thousand days ago?”

“No one expects you to,” Chanse chuckles. “Now you just have to find who has the exact same time as you.”

“Wonderful,” she sarcastically quipped.

“I’ll help you out during work. I’ll just have to subtly look at some people’s wrists.”

“Yeah, that’s assuming they’re from work and they already have their soulmate mark anyway,” she said offhandedly.

If her brain happened to think about Amanda first she wouldn’t mention it. After all, surely there was no way. She didn’t want to start her day with some false hope. Not only for her, but also her soulmate. because in some way having hopes on who her soulmate is felt unfair to them. Even if she didn’t know who it was.

Angela couldn’t tell if Chanse was joking or not. She would get her answer when Chanse gave her a thumbs down after getting a look at the camera man’s wrist. He wasn’t annoying about it and didn’t do it to everyone. If anything he did it three times before the bit would get old. He even did it twice with people who already found their soulmate. He knew Angela wanted to discover her soulmate at her own time, naturally. So, of course, he’d respect that.

She let life pass her by as she went through her mental checklist of the day. After a short shoot for the main Smosh channel she had a meeting with Spencer, Amanda, Courtney, and Trevor about instructions on a game they had to play later today for a Smosh Games shoot. She hadn’t had the time to see Amanda in the morning so it felt only natural to immediately bring her into a hug.

As she pulls apart from the hug, albeit unwillingly she gets a quick glance at Amanda’s wrist. Only did she see the familiar number of days in the thousands, yet the moment she did she felt her heart beating against her chest. Without any warning she grabbed Amanda’s wrist, putting her arm down next to her own. Their soulmate timers next to each other, showing the same number.

“-1,242:05:43”

Then as if they needed more proof they watched as the 43 minutes turned to 44 minutes. Amanda was her soulmate.

Angela was pulled into a hug, she could feel Amanda’s lips so close to her ear as she whispered in a soft voice. “I’m so glad, you’re my soulmate.”

[shoutascoffeepot]

im not hating im just saying if you didn’t like aizawa in his natural state of scruffiness and hair down and only liked him when he shaved and put his hair up neatly, yall dont deserve it.