#spoiled but loved 🥺

[koroart]

Thinking Lambrigue thoughts and like...how cute it would be if they raised a baby together 🥺

[potassiumprincess]

i think marinette is worse at resting when she's sick but adrien is worse at sitting things out if he's injured. i have no explanation, these are just the vibes

[pineappical]

do you believe in miracles?

[michaels-reality]

SHE THOUGHT BEING IN LOVE WAS ONE DAY ONLY! SHE MAD!!!

[Art descriptions: The first piece is a greyscale collection of three drawings of a fat Black woman with a light curly afro. She wears a spiked collar and a sleeveless black top. The first drawing shows her from the waist up with a tired expression. The second shows her from the waist up holding her face in her hands. The third shows her grabbing the chin of a second person, a thin brown person with white hair, as she leans in close. The artist’s watermark is visible in the centre. The second piece is a coloured version of this third drawing, showing that the first person’s hair is blond, and their pants are yellow. The second person’s hair is white with blue highlights, and their shirt is white. The artist’s watermark, Michael’s Reality, is visible in the upper right. \End descriptions]

(ty @/ a-captions-blog for the image ID)

[mrsoharaa]

Having a movie marathon break with Satoru, Suguru and the aspiring students. Sitting in between your two fellow teachers, as the others sit around the three of you along the couch, enjoying the ongoing film playing. With a cozy throw blanket lunged over your lap and leaning back comfortably against the couch's backside, you could see the length of the guy's long arms sprawl out leisurely behind you on the back of the sofa. Satoru's lanky fingers gently twirling, playing with your hair as Suguru's delicately traces soft shapes along your shoulder, wooing you subtly. The students completely unaware and completely engross into the playing movie to even notice.

A small smile brazens swiftly amongst yours, Satoru's and Suguru's faces. You lean your head softly onto Suguru's side, slyly curling your legs up onto Satoru's wide lap, feeling his free hand rest onto your curled legs.

[twistedappletree]

Big headcanon that Lan Xichen adored baby A-Yuan when Lan Wangji brought him to the Cloud Recesses.

Big headcanon that he adored him so much, LWJ actually had to stop his brother from spoiling him because he wanted A-Yuan to be equal and have the same experience as the other Lan juniors so there wasn’t any favoritism/jealousy or bullying against him.

Big headcanon that Lan Xichen found more practical ways to spoil him because he saw how smart and fast-learning little A-Yuan was and always made sure he had the tools and resources to excel in his studies and cultivation.

[royalelo]

Sicknezz memes because i have constipation and oh god theres so much

[bbygrl-666]

sun kissed

[spiderin-space]

Even after they both ascend, some things never change 😩😩

[chillbean-427]

I finally got to season 4 of Monkie Kid and I gotta admit, I’m not ready to see shadow MK 🥲

I mean who knows? Maybe it won’t be so bad, but I’m scared for my golden retriever boy and absolute favorite character MK. He doesn’t seem to be doing so well after season 3 😢

This poor boy can’t handle more trauma

[merry-andrews]

But what if in another universe, Kenshi stays in Yakuza with Johnny being his not-so-secret-celebrity-lover?!❤

[the-random-phan]

Shi Qingxuan~ <3

[httpiastri]

hope ure doing okayy and feeling a bit better than before!! here’s a perfectly fine thought to think about bc i can’t stop thinking about it:

yn and paul being we can’t be friends (wait for your love) by ariana grande coded 🫠🫠 imagine after the breakup and paul and yn are on okay and friendly terms again, but every time paul talks to yn the voices in my head are literally screaming and cursing and crying, telling him he can’t be just friends with her!!!!!! but every time she talks to him or something he just thinks… “i’ll settle on the thought of being her friend even though i no longer have her as my lover. that much is good enough for me” even if it breaks his heart over and over again every time he thinks about it. LIKE the thought of having just one teeny tiny space in her life is better than nothing at all…. he’d really rather have CRUMBS of her :(

“How could you ever even try? I don't wanna tiptoe, but I don't wanna hide But I don't wanna feed this monstrous fire Just wanna let this story die And I'll be alright

We can't be friends But I'd like to just pretend You cling to your papers and pens Wait until you like me again

Wait for your love Love, I'll wait for your love”

… LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME ITS NOT YN AND PAUL. ☹️ hold me im so fragile rn.

omfggggg!! i ADORE this ask and i ADORE you!!!!!!

i hadn’t listened to this song before this ask but… ive been streaming it nonstop now, thinking about paul and yn 🫠 because it’s SO yn & paul coded omgggg. you’re a genius 🙏🙏

the thing im thinking about paul and yn is that their relationship is so complex, just like the song paints it out to be. they know they don’t wanna live without each other in their lives, and they’d rather have just a piece than nothing at all. but they also know they can’t just be friends, their bond is too strong and their past is too passionate to for them just to be able to go back to being only friends. it's definitely especially hard for them in the beginning, like... im still in love with you, how am i supposed to just be your friend?

like u said, even crumbs is better than nothing... even seeing her smile across the paddock makes paul so happy... and just seeing him on the podium in bahrain makes her happy too :(

"i dont wanna argue, but i don't wanna bite my tongue" – being so sick of their fighting all the time when they were still together, but also not wanting to just go along with it...

and just "wait for your love"........ that line hits me the hardest :( they're both just waiting for the day when they can love each other again :(((

[frecklystars]

I have another gig in a week and I'm so nervous 😭 I get paid hundreds of dollars for only five hours of work, but it is so nerve-racking and the work environment is so stressful, like literally every time I'm there I'm on the verge of tears or I have to take a 2 minute break before the show starts just to run to the restrooms and cry bc I get so stressed out. And then when I clock out I just cry my eyes out in my car while driving home. But hey!!! Hundreds of dollars!!! For five or six hours of my time!!! Only a few days a month!!! Hundreds!!! Of dollars!!! So it would be totally stupid to quit.

I wouldn't have been able to afford pampering myself on my last two F/O anniversaries (and currently placing an order for a rose bouquet for Six's anniversary for the 18th) if I didn't have this second job... but if it didn't pay me such a large amount of money each time, I probably would have quit by now bc it makes me so damn anxious. The show isn't even for one week and I'm sitting here stressing about it! I have one thousand other things to stress about and this job shouldn't be one of 'em 😤

I just keep trying to think about Ken hugging me while saying "Aw, sweet girl, don't be nervous! You JUST started this job, you've only worked three shows -- you think you're gonna be perfect your first try?? You're gonna be so good once you get the hang of it. Just look at me! I've been doing Beach for 62 years now, and I still don't know what my job is supposed to be... but I know I look So Cool™ 😎"

[mrsoharaa]

Do you guys know that one “game” thing where someone uses their credit card with their s/o and if they capture it with their lips pressed together they can buy whatever they want?

Welppp, I’m briefly (barely atm lmao) awake and thought about doing this with Suguru. Who wears such a smug expression as he does it, but misses the obvious chances that you could’ve won, on purpose. Laughs at you as your adorable pout springs onto your cute scowling face, tilts your chin to meet his tender gaze and assures you he’d let you buy whatever your adoring heart desires…after, a few more kisses of course. 😭😩😮‍💨🫠💗💗

[butmakeitgayblog]

Do you have some more Medusa au snippets to share 👉👈

Ok but it's unedited

Medusa and the Blind Woman

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Lexa breaks the surface of the cooling water. Feels the sun-warmed air caress her face as she treads the rock of the sea. It's more bearable now, the pleasant mix of ocean salt and island stagnant heat. She wades inward up the sandbank to the shore, pausing at the sight of Clarke sat right where she'd left her and fighting with the impulse to cover her nudity  before remembering that's not at all necessary. Logically, she knows this, though she still feels the rush of pink that blots her cheeks as she curls her arms around her waist and slushes up to the beach in hurried steps. 

"Where'd you go?" Clarke calls as soon as Lexa's only a few feet away, blue eyes drifting toward the sound of water lapping around Lexa's ankles as she keeps her distance and uses her trusty shred of cloth to wick away the rivulets of water running down her face. 

"For a swim." Lexa tosses the rag down to cushion herself, drawing on the fresh shift she'd laid out before in and settles into her seat beside Clarke in the sand. "I like to take a dip after a long afternoon. Rinse off the sweat. Slowly relax the muscles."

The moment feels awkward when all Clarke does is nod and continues braiding a few pieces of beach grass. 

"You could… go with me next time," Lexa says, halting and stilted even in her own ears. "If you'd like."

Clarke turns just enough for Lexa to catch the barest hint of a smirk. "Thanks for the invite, but uh, I'll most definitely have to decline."

"Next time, though. Another afternoon. Maybe you'll feel up to it then."

"Doubtful."

"Why just say no? You don't know how you'll feel then."

Blonde hair gets shook loose and back from her face as Clarke lifts her head from her work, turning toward Lexa to show the full breadth of her smile. "For starters, I don't know how to swim."

All Lexa can manage is a few owlish blinks. "I... I beg your pardon?"

"Oh. I didn't take you for the begging type."

An unseen roll of her eyes is all Lexa can muster as she chooses to ignore that comment entirely. "How can you not know how to swim? You're on an island. Surrounded by water."

Clarke exclaims in faux surprise over poorly contained laughter. "No! Really? Here I just thought the flooding season was bad."

Lexa fails to find the humor. "I was referring to the fact that you sailed here. Poorly, albeit, but sailed nonetheless. How could you possibly manage that without being able to swim?"

"Mm. Well, I didn't so much sail as determinedly drifted in the general direction they pointed my boat, and prayed for the best. Hence my graceful entrance." Clarke gives her one last fleeting glimpse of her rueful smile and turns back to the suddenly consuming work of twining blades of grass. "That's rather different from swimming."

"But that still doesn't entirely answer my question."

Clarke's fingers pause in their rhythmic pattern. "They didn't think my learning to swim was a priority growing up," she says after a moment, so hushed Lexa can barely hear her over the lapping waves beyond them. "When I lost my sight, everyone just… stopped paying any mind to teaching me things like that. And after a while, I stopped asking as well. Instead I just learned to figure things out as best I could as I went."

Lexa watches her let out a slow breath, shoulders rising and falling under the weight of thoughts she doesn't share.

The moment passes on a shrug, small and with no heart behind it as Clarke carries on with the delicate twists of her fingers. 

The thought of Clarke, this loud and boisterous and borderline obnoxious woman slowly closing herself off settled like a stone in her mind. Anger rose up inside of her, the one that curdled and soured deep in the pit of her stomach every time she thought of the people who'd sent this woman here to do their bidding.

Or be lost in the fray trying. 

The implications of Clarke's words make Lexa feel restless in her skin, mind working with great visions of revenge. Of scolding words and swift acts of vengeance. Of finding each person who'd cast Clarke aside as some nuisance, as not with their time, as some annoyance akin to a bothersome fly, and explaining to them exactly how deluded they are. 

Forcefully. 

She watches Clarke's profile for a moment longer, feeling the somber beat of her heart as her eyes trace the slope of her cheek and the cleft of her chin, the way lashes flutter in the gentle breathes of wind.

"I could teach you," she offers, the words out before she can give it much thought. Because in the few scant moments that had passed in silence, she'd decided the resigned calm that has settled over Clarke's sun-kissed features simply would not do.

Clarke straightens with a laugh.

She thinks Hercules himself would scoff at her efforts not to blush at the immediate thought that floods her; that somehow, Clarke is even more beautiful when she smiles.

"Excuse me?" Clarke says around a snort. "You're going to have to repeat yourself, I think I just hallucinated you being kind."

Lexa clears her throat at the wriggling that's taken up residence low in her belly and looks back out over to the safer rip tides of the water. "I said I could teach you to swim. If you want."

"And why would you want to do that?"

"You're surrounded by water, Clarke," Lexa reasons with a useless gesture toward the sea. "Being on an island and not knowing how to swim is… Well. It's almost as stupid as living in a cave and wearing threadbare sandals."

The comment earns her a rogue handful of grass blades thrown directly in her face. "You're an ass," the little criminal says in the aftermath of her assualt. 

"I'm right though," Lexa says, barely able to temper the sound the smile in her words that she tries (and fails) to bite back. "And it would be easy enough, I'm sure. I used to teach the children in the village by the temple. I can't imagine teaching you would be any different… The intrinsic difficulties in your personality and agreeableness aside."

Clarke scoffs and lounges back on the beach to rest her weight on her palms. "You using this as an opportunity to insult me really doesn't bode well as foreshadowing."

Lexa snorts and leans back as well. 

Mirrors her position in the sand. 

"So?"

"So?"

"So swimming lesson tomorrow?"

Clarke sucks in a deep breath, ribs bowing and collapsing with a force that Lexa absolutely does not trace from the corner of her eyes, before Clarke finally lets a hum. "I suppose it couldn't hurt… And if you insist."

"If you don't want to—"

"No," Clarke cuts her off as her head snaps around. "You already set the plan. I'm being dragged along, but this is still very much your plan. You can't just cancel your own plan, so… I guess I don't have a choice, do I."

The feigned weariness of her voice has Lexa hiding a smile into her shoulder and burying traitorous wiggling toes deeper in the sand. "Right. Well then. I'll wake you up at sunrise—"

"Sunrise?" Clarke practically yelps with a look of horrified devastation. "Are you insane?"

"The waves here tend to be at their most calm in the morning," Lexa explains. 

"Sunrise, though? No. Forget it."

"Clarke."

"I don't need to learn how to swim. I do need my beauty sleep."

Lexa laughs and shakes her head. "Believe me, you do not."

She doesn't realize what she's said until blue eyes turn soft, teeth racking at the pink swathe of Clarke's lower lip as Clarke looks to bite back a smile.

With another coughed clearing of her throat Lexa sits up, nodding to herself as she brushes her hands together to rid herself of the suddenly annoying grit of sand and grass that clings to them. "Right, so. Tomorrow morning then."