#using a romantic song

[gaslightgirlsummer]

babe wake up your corporate sanctioned lestappen tiktok just dropped

[goated33]

It’s not my fault! I’m not to blame. It is that wretched girl, the witch who sent this flame!

Inspired by @sharkscene ‘s tags

[littleplantfreak]

'When', not 'if'

("I'm not a romantic" I cry and scream before dropping the most sickening thing i've written to date. Blame @stunie because i did tell her i would write the most ume thing ever and maybe this is it. The title in my docs for it is 'Fucking disgusting' but i figured i better not title it that here because I'd be seeing it in my notifs lmaoo)

SFW/no cw unless you hate fluff

When you wake up from your nap, one of your slippers is gone, and there's a blanket on you that wasn't there prior. Looking at the clock, it's been about an hour since everyone had left your apartment once your birthday party ended. The day as a whole had been chaotic, your boyfriend shoving you out the door with a note to go see Kotoha.

The note took you farther than that, though, as it seemed Umemiya created a whole scavenger hunt for your birthday that had you running into all of your friends, having dessert at your favorite cafe, and eventually ending up at your shared apartment to find that all that time spent around town was a distraction so that he could set up the space for your party. After it had ended, you were banished to the couch because princesses aren't allowed to help clean up their own birthday parties, which had you huffing and falling face down into the chicken shaped pillow affectionately called Mr.Clucky.

It was a product of your boyfriend's endless cycle of hobbies when he took up sewing. A little lopsided and overfilled with stuffing, you complained to and into Mr.Clucky with your face pressed into him. Apparently, he was soft enough to fall asleep on because before you knew it, you had been drooling on him the entire hour. Prying yourself off the couch took more effort than was almost worth it before your eyes fell on the reason you were so tired to begin with.

Hajime smiles and hums looking at your bleary eyes. "Good morning sunshine, I was just about to take you to bed," he says, folding a dish towel over a chair. You toss off the blanket and grab on the slipper that fell under the living room table before padding up to him. Dipping your hands under both of his arms to lock them together behind him, now your face is in his chest instead of the chicken, which is entirely preferred.

"Don't wanna go to bed just yet," you muffle, sinking even deeper into him when both of his arms wrap around you in support. He smells like dish soap and birthday cake, and you turn your head to hear the heartbeat in his chest.

"What do you wanna do lovey? You know I'd give you the world if you asked," you can hear the rumble of his voice in his chest with your pressed ear. He's cheesy, but half asleep, you feel just as much, if not cheesier.

"I have the world if I have you, they're one in the same. So just you is more than fine." Your eyes are closed, but you feel him shiver a little. "I wanna dance with you, though," you say, voice still soft and kinda raspy from sleep.

"Dunno if I can top what you just said even when I propose," he chokes out a laugh, or at least you think it's one. He shifts his hold a bit and starts leading you both in a lazy sway that starts near the toaster and ends next to the potted plant at the back door before starting over.

"When? Not if?" You tease him, a hand going to scratch the nape of his neck lightly.

"I'll never meet another you, so I'm pretty set on When."

"I'll say yes." Because you will. You can't imagine a life where you wouldn't.

"And I'll still cry when you do." You can tell he's crying now because it comes out shaky and his hold tightens a bit, before you lean back, stopping your impromptu waltz. Both of your hands come up to cup his face and look at his teary grey eyes before cooing at him.

"You big baby! Save those tears for When please. You'll be congested and sniffley all night if you don't stop." You start cleaning off his face with your sleeve, but he stops one of your hands and starts peppering your palm and wrist with small kisses. "I think I'm ready for bed now. Princess's orders," you say, dragging him towards your bedroom. You'll have to figure out tomorrow just how soon When is going to be, but for now you can hear the slow thumps of Hajime's steps as he follows behind you, squeezing your connected hand. It's not pressing in the least, you think, because it feels like there will be plenty of tomorrows too.

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When you wake up in the morning, it takes you an hour to realize Hajime had put the ring on your finger while you were asleep.

It takes you five minutes to run through town in your pajamas, barefoot to find and full on tackle him in front of the place he was about to get your breakfast in.

And it takes about two minutes of unintelligible blubbering on both your parts before anyone understands what is going on.

No one timed it, but if they did, it would've taken less than ten minutes for the whole town to find out via texts, calls, and yells down the streets and through windows that you're engaged.

[im-lastgirlonearth]

[thankstothe]

...🧍‍♂️

[winepresswrath]

Louis, 100 years later: My goal in this interview is to be honest with you and present a nuanced portrait of a complicated situation. I want to be clear, so I’m going to share something very important: Antoinette had a flat ass, and it’s not me who said so. A third party specifically pointed that out. It’s crucial that you know how flat her ass was, so you can have the full context of what happened. I hope you’re writing this down. Your readers should know.

[matchalovertrait]

Somebody pinch Noemí!!! She already knew she made it in life, but a visit from the crowned princess was the final seal of approval that she needed.

Thank you SO much @authorspirit for letting me borrow the lovely Jillian 💞 I'm fangirling over here haha.

Transcript

NoemÍ: Oh my goodness... is that?

NoemÍ: Jillian Sapphire!

NoemÍ: Princess Jillian, welcome to Postres de AlegrÍa. We are very honored by your visit. What can we get you today?

Jillian: I have been meaning to come to your bakery for the longest time. Fortunately, my schedule allowed for it today. Do you have any raspberry tarts?

NoemÍ: A raspberry tart, coming right up!

Jillian: Thank you very much.

[kennyyomega]

and the time aew produced their own hangmega amv

[vaggieslefteye]

MORE THAN ANYTHING - REPRISE ↳ from Hazbin Hotel Season One (2024): 1x08 - "The Show Must Go On"

[pixiecaps]

okay but can we talk about how fucking insane it was for roier to actively. purposefully. deliberately. PICK AND CHOOSE si no te hubieras ido by marco antonio solís as the song for cinta uno. as the song that would completely encapsulate qroiers feeling towards qcellbit because holy shit i cannot express how incredible and what an absolute legend roier was for that decision. i genuinely am astonished till this day that actually happened. gay rp peaked in that moment i fear

[emblazons]

(I do. love you).

Phoenixflare Week || Day 7: Free Day Joshua's Influence on Dion + Futile Devices

[wintergrofyuri]

if you like ruling the dungeon

and experiencin' pain

if you got nothin' to lose

and likewise none to gain

[mikereads]

Just wanted to share this with a few song lyrics;

“Keep on whispering in my ear. Tell me all the things that I want to hear cause it’s true. (That’s what I like) That’s what I like about you, (that’s what I like!)

[venusintheblindspots-blog]

I think once people start accepting that one of the key ideas being explored with Brienne’s character is romance, I’ll finally be at peace with this fandom.

[constellation-skirmishes]

obi-wan and anakin coded. to me. if you even care.

[geminison]

Yep another trending song from tt inspired me to make eh… something sad. Something something failing each other in expected ways?

I love it when fathers and daughters have complicated relationships. Tasty