xavier falls asleep easily enough as he is, but whenever he has his head on your lap, your fingers combing through his hair—all he can do is just sigh and give in. closing his eyes, he knows better than to fight the temptation, especially within the comfort of your touch and pleasant weather. though admittedly, he will find any weather pleasant as long there is you, safe and close to his side. as he slowly drifts to sleep, he dully notes with a hum when you praise his hair. he will do his best to make sure he will also praise your features after he is awake. he could think of so many to say—your smile, your voice, your whole being. and maybe, he will also give a kiss on your forehead and lips too—he thinks before finally falling asleep.
zayne loves many parts of you, from the one that often surprises him most to the one that offers him a comforting mundanity. so, when you press your forehead to his and call his eyes beautiful, he knows himself enough to just accept your words in silence with a smile. a burst of adoration and more blossomed warmly, weighing his chest and dizzying his head instantly. he is tongue-tied, certainly, however, he too can't exactly find the words to tell you how much more beautiful yours are to him. or perhaps, he doubts there are any words to describe what he truly feels. though, for now, he will settle with a gentle squeeze from his hands to tell you as he presses back his forehead gently against yours.
rafayel gets flustered pretty easily sometimes. it is both adorable and funny, seeing the way his ears turn red as his usually chatty mouth closes with a pout-like expression. but, even this state he could never take his hands off you. you could keep kissing his face, neck, and chest—right over his beauty mark—while hugging him without a clear rhyme and reason, and like a true lovesick man he will let you. hands resting on your arm, stilled in his brand of rare shyness all while still clinging unto you out of his obvious fondness. of course, even if he does enjoy this, he will come back with a vengeance the moment he gathers himself.
My mother happened upon this uniquely spherical cat at a thrift store in Texas and felt compelled to purchase it despite not wanting to keep it herself and at Christmas offered/pled for one of us to take it home. Alas no one would adopt the poor creature so I, being a plushie collector, took it with me. It is currently living in and guarding my car.
it's so funny and a little sad that scientists name ancient archeological cultures shit like 'beaker culture' and 'bowl culture'. like yeah those bitches sure made beakers alright. they were a perfectly ordinary everyday object to them and now in their distnat future they're the only thing that we know about them because they're the only thing that ended up being left. do you think in 10000 years archeologists will call us the 'keyboard culture' or the 'funko pop culture'
i think ppl should make crazy insane drawings of pearl like they do grian or scar n stuff just cus shes a little quirky if you will and not because im very still insane abt her or anything haha totally
thinking about arthur who has crazy quick reflexes and is a relatively light sleeper who woke up to the sound of someone in his room and saw merlin crouched down messing with his keys before softly asking “whatre you doing?…before breakfast?”