#sweet j

[ekingston]

awkward question but does your wife honestly not mind your katie mcrawr obsession?

anon her honest response to my latest art was some wild & wordless gesturing at the freckles on lena’s back and blurting ‘this. this is why i married you’ and you know, even i thought that’s A Lot, so i clarified ‘you married me because i’ll happily spend an hour painstakingly rendering the intimate details of another woman’s skin?’ and she told me to stop kink shaming her. so. i hope that answers your question

[fandomohana]

Christina you are cool and sexy! Eddie told me so he's right here! 🩷🖤🩵

J! You're too damn sweet! 🥺🥺🥺 You give me way too much credit. 🫂🫂🫂 You're an absolute treasure, and I adore you. 🩵🩵🩵

(I love elephants, I couldn't pass it up. 🩵)

[cowgurrrl]

THE ART TEACHER AU IS REAL??? IS HAS BEEN BORN INTO EXISTENCE????? I AM SCREAMING I CANNOT WAIT TO READ THE EVERY LOVING FUCK OUT OF IT OH MY GOD IM GNAWING ON THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE

YOU AND ME BOTH 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

I’m so excited to bring these two to life and I hope you’ll love them as much as I do ❣️❣️

[sylveonetta]

BtSSB Osaka Exclusive coord for picnic with friends :)

More incredible photos my friend took of me ❤

(Not covering my face in any of these because these photos are gorgeous)

[myheadphonesareneverloudenough]

“i’m straight.” “i’m gay.” okay??? do you have the keys to the hotel??? i’m about to set this motherfucker on fire??? fire???

[earlycuntsets]

2005 when MCR was a sweet little goth nsync.

X X X X

[nuzzle]

baby, the stars shine bright ࿐✩ 「ruban de noël neige」 シリーズ

[idliketobeatree]

listening to Too Sweet for the first time and, damn, Crowley never got his flat back, did he? can't believe he's been crashing on Hozier's couch all this time drinking booze and waxing lamentations about his angel. strange world we live in

[willgrahamscock]

My headcannon for Crowley is that he’s always eepy, and he often falls asleep in the bookshop if there’s prolonged silence because he just feels safe. Aziraphale always takes off his glasses for him so he can be more comfortable, puts it by the entrance. This always wakes him up and he sleepily mumbles “Azira” and he never tells Crowley because he only does it when he’s half asleep but he daydreams about it and gets excited when Crowley seems tired, hoping to hear how soft his name sounds in his mouth

[horns-n-jams]

Oh Asa, oh Asa

[theonevoice]

Dark as a Lake

Don't you just wanna wake up

dark as a lake

smelling like a bonfire

lost in a haze...

This one is on you @waitingtobebroken - here goes my night of non sleep...

Also: I have been thinking about Crowley's fix for extravagant watches and I have come to the conclusion that his alarm clock cannot be anything less than the onboard clock from the dearly departed Mir Space Station.

[ekingston]

Can you and your wife adopt me pls? 🥺

anon i regret to inform you that the position of our hypothetical child has recently been filled

[mblue-art]

sans au sexyman polls doooodle

congrats to the kings<3 🫶🫶🫶

[valeron99]

Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around.

No one's gonna hurt you,

No one's gonna dare.

[bittersweet-decay]

[grandlinedreams]

It's rare that Law falls asleep before you.

Even rarer still that he's even in bed before you ㅡ because when you trudge into his room (which is yours too now, you suppose), you fully expect him to be awake and at his desk, working on something.

The room is in the usual disarray, stacks of books everywhere ㅡ but still comfortable in the dim luminescence of the porthole. And Law is not at his desk ㅡ he's already in bed, jeans and cap shucked to the spare chair you often curl up in, Kikoku propped up against it.

You stare at the sight before you, wondering if you should be concerned ㅡ after all, it isn't every day that you don't have to wrestle your boyfriend into going to bed. You glance at the clock on his desk, then wince.

For once, you're the one who's lost track of time.

You sigh softly, scrubbing at your eyes before you move towards the bed to join him. Law doesn't stir at the dip of the bed or tug of the blankets, breathing still an even cadence as you settle beside him.

Law's face is made softer in sleep, no furrow to his brow or irritated pull of his mouth, and you reach to thumb at the shadows underneath his eyes. They're not as dark as you've seen them, but their presence still makes your heart ache. You know that he has a lot on his plate as a captain, but you also know he struggles to share the workload.

Your touch drifts over the bridge of his nose to his cheek, then to his jaw, stroking gently. In sleep, he offers a soft sigh and the subtle shift to your touch, subconscious movement sending butterflies through your stomach.

You love him. You know that you do, as certain of it as you've ever been of anything ㅡ you love him with every fibre of your being. And you know that he loves you, too. How else would you be privy to this, the softer, unguarded sides of him? It's an honor to be trusted this much, especially when you know how much effort it's taken to get to this point.

Law shifts in his sleep again, reaching ㅡ and you squirm closer carefully, feel the drift of his arm over your waist, the tuck of your head beneath his chin. Comfortable, easy ㅡ and oh so very welcome in this wee hour of the morning.

You snuggle as close as you can, pressing your lips to his shoulder in a soft kiss before you close your eyes, content to let yourself follow him into sleep.