#they are so in love your honor

[oexas]

'When I recall how beautiful you were'

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[malk-with-tea]

bugs..

[riverdeansart]

heroing is hard work

[lotusxpop]

Do you think if Hob does something that annoys Morpheus, Morpheus will inspire all Hob's student to write about shakespeare. A week later Hob is absolutely fuming in his office having to grade papers on freaking shakespeare and when he visits Morpheus in the dreaming Morpheus just looks at him smirking and asks "Is something wrong Hob? Did someone perhaps mention dear old Will?"

Hob responds with, "Oh fuck off you bastard, never inspire my students again!"

[getoed5725]

first and last blue spring first and only love

[iwaoiness]

Oikawa leans his head against the wall against which the bathtub is recessed. The golden rays of the afternoon sun cascading through the open window above him, spilling across the bluish tiles of the room, turning them into shimmering mirrors that reflect the dance of light, transforming the bathroom almost into a sanctuary. With his long legs dangling over the edge, Oikawa gently swings them as he hums, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

He thinks about how long it will take to forget the patterns that decorate it.

Then, the tranquillity is interrupted by the sound of wet footsteps approaching, accompanied by the gentle spill of water from the tub as another body joins him. Oikawa smiles and looks down as a darker, more pronounced leg, submerged up to the knee, rests on his thigh. He likes the contrast of their skins, the warmth they share each time they connect.

"And you have the audacity to complain about me when I take too long to rinse" He playfully taunts, lifting his gaze to meet Iwaizumi's. He too leans against the wall, his head tilted towards him, a soft smile gracing his lips.

Hajime has always been handsome. But now, with damp hair falling over his forehead like when he was a kid, cheeks kissed by the warmth of the bath and August sun and emerald green eyes sweetened by sunlight, he is ethereal.

Tooru thinks about how long it will take before he misses Iwa-chan's gaze.

"Do you forget that you came in ten minutes before me?" He gently taps Oikawa’s knee with his and Oikawa rolls his eyes amusedly.

"Details, Iwa-chan."

And silence opens up between them, soft and comfortable. Oikawa hums again, taking Iwaizumi's hand as he gently places it on his thigh, palm up. Tooru's smile widens as he slowly intertwines their fingers, fascinated by the way they fit together.

Oikawa thinks about how long it will take to forget the warmth of Iwa-chan's skin.

They stay like that a little longer, listening to the echo of birds in the distance and the trickle of water. Years ago, when they were so small that the bathtub looked like a swimming pool, the silences had been filled by childish laughter between the "Oh, no, Hajime-chan, Zilla-chan sinking, Alien-chan to the rescue!", "Code 1-4, flying saucer sunk!", "Put the bang-bang down, Hajime-chan, I have a rubber duck and I'm not afraid to use it!" and the "Water volleyball bomb, everyone take cover, Tooru!", "Ha, a duck is no match for my water bang-bang!", "No, Tooru, watch out for the Aliens, they're the traitors!", by brute splashes of water that tried to simulate tsunamis, by the volleyball hitting the tiles, by the shrill quack, quack of the rubber ducks.

And it’s fine, because now they know how to control the volleyball as an extension of themselves, the rubber duckies are safe with Takeru and Godzilla is safe too from the water on Hajime's shelf next to the toy aliens. But there are moments when Tooru would give his soul not to grow up, to halt the march of time.

Because sometimes it is not easy. Because it’s frightening to be an adult. Because it's scary to know that the weight of responsibility now rests squarely on your shoulders, and that future you thought was unreachable is already there, about to collide with your present.

Oikawa thinks about how long it will take him to get used to Argentina without his parents, without his sister, without his nephew, without his Hajime.

"Do you... Do you think we can handle this?" He whispers, too weak for his liking.

Two days left until Hajime flies to California. Four for Tooru to fly to Argentina.

Oikawa thinks about how long it will take for his heart to break, whether it will be when Hajime leaves or when he does.

Iwaizumi doesn't respond immediately, but instead, he tenderly squeezes their clasped hands and lets out a sigh. Though they've broached this topic countless times before, the lingering fear still hovers, a constant presence breathing down their necks with a cold breath.

"Yes" He says, with no trace of doubt in his voice, like all the other times. But this time, he keeps talking, his words serving as a balm to Oikawa's trembling heart. "Because it's you and me. I can't promise eternity, for none can foresee the future," he turns his head and Tooru takes a deep breath before doing the same and meeting his gaze, intense, warm and full of serenity " but I can vow to give you my all, as I have for eighteen years."

There's an earnestness, an honesty, a steadfastness in his words that causes Oikawa's smile to bloom once more, genuine and tender, his eyes shimmering with emotion, cheeks mirroring the flush of Iwaizumi's own.

Oikawa thinks about how long he will stop loving him and immediately knows the answer: never.

"If you take more than two months to visit me once I've settled in Argentina, I'll consider it infidelity and report you to your mom" He says, but there's no warmth behind his words and Hajime's deep laughter rumbles in the bathroom.

"You're really insufferable"

Tooru playfully sticks out his tongue before leaning in to finally meet his lips, yielding to the tender pressure of Iwaizumi's soft, full lips before he laughs softly against them as a large, reassuring hand envelops his waist with eager impatience.

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hope u enjoyed this!!

inspired by this old but really old iwaoi fanart that lives rent free in my mind

u can find me on my ao3 🍉

[peterpatterr]

How I imagine andreil made their "this" official official.

Andrew: *walks up to Neil, points* boyfriend.

Neil: *not looking up from his exy game* yeah.

[fridgrave]

sometimes we need a reminder about this

our legacy

quackity always says las nevadas is his legacy. and we all know las nevadas was a product of quackity's love to sapnap and karl. he created las nevadas because he loved them, and after all this love, this legacy, never was shared by them.

it was shared by charlie

[milkmothmaen]

The Tattoo Triptych

[pollyna]

Goose starts it when he and Carole get a home together. He kisses her on her lips or cheek or nose every morning, before leaving the house. Sometimes Carole is still asleep and he ends up kissing her hair to not wake her up, other she is faking being asleep so she can drag him back in bed for other five to fifteen minutes.

Once Slider is with them, in their life, in their bed, reading fairytales to Bradley before getting him in bed, leaving the house is even more complicated, expecially when Slider hasn't a morning hop and Goose has to kiss both of them goodbye.

(Goose has never loved weekends as much as when he doesn't have the get up early, Bradley is at Ice and Mav, and even if he gets up he can come back and borrow himself between Carole and Slider, kissing them whenever he can and falling back asleep in no time.)

When neither he nor Slider is around, sometimes deployments can be a bitch, Goose asks Bradley to kiss his mom on her cheek, because he's sure it's going to make her day so much better.

[the-kipsabian]

[aratakareigenified]

big true form ekubo picking up reigen and giving him hugs and smooches?

reigen is super flustered but also madly deeply in love with his spirit bf

[bluesapph]

ArcanaMona nation rise we are being fed after a long period of drought

[songbird-is-crying]

i think one of the greatest moments of my high school career was studying for a moby dick exam by reading queeshmael fanfiction.

i got an A.

[laufxsons]

“I'd much rather look into your eyes than hers. Yours are capable of tenderness, and feeling. No god could ever compare.”

Finally finished this drawing of my beloved Ranger Tav and their husband <3

[elllteo]

Pillow Talk. Some of the warmest conversations you can have, wrapped in arms that love you.