#yep. had them.

[friendlycursedspaceotter]

honestly, dyspraxia would explain a lot. why i randomly fall and trip when there is literally nothing to fall or trip on. time blindness (that could just be the adhd, but you never know). why i hate driving with a burning passion and only do it because america is stupid about public transit. and also why autocorrect must save me and why i don't type with my thumbs and probably why my handwriting looks the way it does. and i can't catch things except when all the physics aligns and-- wait, did i have difficulty learning how to ride a bike? does this explain my dance issues?

was i just masking YET ANOTHER DISABILITY? HOW MANY DISABILITIES IN A TRENCH COAT AM I? AND HOW DID I NOT PUT THE PIECES TOGETHER UNTIL LITERALLY THIS WEEK?

and just so you don't beat me to it:

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

The Rookie 2x1 | 9-1-1 4x14

[pollyna]

Husband reveals but in the most normal way ever: Mav forgets his lunch home twice, and Tom drops by because he can't have a starving husband, even less for such an important mission. The first time he's wearing civvies and the daggers are far away to not notice him at all, the second one Ice is still in full uniform when he strolls in the cafeteria, drops Mav's lunch on the table, kisses his lips and "I'm not your errand boy, next time you forgot your lunch it's on you" to which Mav smiles dopey "whatever you say, Iceman. Eat with me?". How could Tom say no?

All around them, nobody moves because the Commander of the fucking Pacific Fleet is sharing a sandwich with their captain. And they kissed.

[potato-lord-but-not]

an ode to intimacy.

[bread-is-my-life]

@tekitothemagpie hey what if I said that I spent 6 hours drawing it because the post you made is absolutely canon

[brinbin-art]

fellas I think we already won...the future is telling me that also hi tumblr hiiii long time no see B)

[noirrelite]

The many ways I've drawn Sierra's eyes since Feb 2022, in rough chronological order (oldest to newest)

[vizishereig]

Chreon Week: Proposal (Day 7)

There’s a box under the floorboard.

The floorboard was loose, and Leon couldn’t help his curiosity, pulling it up. The black box hasn’t been there long, it seemed relatively new. It’s small, too.

He picks it up, blinking at it because it looks like-

“Leon? You ready?” Chris calls, entering the room and freezing. His eyes widen as they land on the box, and Leon can’t help but think of a deer in headlights. He looks between Chris and the box a few times, and then it clicks.

The box in his hand is small. Tiny. It’s a jewelry box. A jewelry box that was hidden. From him.

“Is this…?” Leon starts, then stops. Looks at Chris, seeing the shock and now a bit of sheepishness in his brown eyes. They don’t look too upset, more so holding a look of slight embarrassment.

“An engagement ring?” Chris finishes, sounding almost as hesitant as Leon.

Leon nods at the response, wanting to open the box, but fighting the urge to. He holds it out to Chris instead, watching as the other takes it. Chris laughs softly, seemingly to himself.

“You know, I was planning on doing this after we ate at that one diner you like so much, but fuck it,” Chris finally says, and he goes down on one knee and Leon’s brain just… bluescreens.

Chris is there, on his knee, wearing a pair of jeans and an old T-shirt, opening the jewelry box and holding it for Leon to see. There’s a smile on his face, fond and sheepish and hopeful and Leon can barely believe this is happening.

“Leon Kennedy, you have been the best thing to happen to me in my whole life. Would grant me the greatest privilege of being your husband?” Chris asks, looking at Leon like he’s hung the stars in the sky, and really there was only one response to give him.

So, Leon, in his old pjs from staying home all day and doing jack shit, pulls Chris up to kiss him, utterly euphoric as he responds, “Fuck yes, Chris. I- Yes, fuck, of course.”

Chris laughs in response to the kiss, grabbing Leon’s hand with infinite care and slipping the ring on. It’s simple, gold, but Leon couldn’t care less as he presses another kiss to Chris’s mouth.

God, he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with this man.

[bubblepopsims]

~Bunny Bear Madalyn Marie ft. bunny boop

i couldn't pass up on not putting my bun in these accessories by @1-800-cuupid CC set💘Bunny Bop || VENUS💘

and fits perfectly with my naughty innocent Maddi

[subunit-a]

Been listening to malevolent and it really is like *slaps roof of malevolent* this bad boy can fit so many aromantics in it

[batlantern-abyss]

thinking about the justice league: war to batlantern shipper pipeline

[angeart]

[muttsterion]

A smol immortal boi awaits his breakfast/brunch. What shall it be today, little buddy?

[kreachvera]

there’s something so wrong with them

[cerealmonster15]

silver 😑 with his one(1) facial expression + the two most expressive people on this earth that he hangs out with every day

and kalisil :3

[yeyinde]

I love the notdog!soap fic you wrote its so creepy, and def up my fave alley for horror!!! <3 Just curious tho, did you have a specific breed of dog in your head that soap was imitating? I couldnt decide if i pictured him as big bully breed cause i thinks that fits soaps personality, or more like borzoi since they tend to be on the cusp of uncanny valley (I love them tho, they're lil skinnt snoots are cute)

thanks!! i do really like a bully for his personality. i think that really fits. maybe a Bully Kutta, too. Mongolian Mastiff. Beauceron, Kunming wolfdog, Chongqing, or a Belgian Sheepdog if you prefer a more biblically accurate stature for Soap in dog form lmao but a cattledog/guarddog would fit him nicely.

but in my head, it was a St Bernard lmao i love big, dopey dogs. and the idea of this gentle giant just watching you through a crack in your door with a flat, eerie look on his normally loveable, droopy face (and seeing his massive body jerk and twitch) is terrifying to me.