#you are so precious!!

[bbbrianjones]

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MY ANGEL !!!! I ADORE YOU SO MUCH 💕💞💓💗💕💞💗💞💕💞💕💓💗💕💕💞💗💕

[themangolorian]

Hi hello yes I’m absolutely shooketh by As You Wish so can I please be tagged in future parts? 👉🥺👈 and maybe added to your forever taglist bc I want to read everything of yours?

Omg! Your comments earlier made me smile ear to ear!! 🥺🥺 I’m so so so glad you liked it this much, you are the sweetest!! Yes of course I’ll tag you 🥺🥰 I appreciate you so much bb! 💕💜❤️

[nothingbutloveforyou]

the fact that laughter is contagious is so beautiful to me. like oh that made you smile? that made you happy? well then, i have no choice but to be happy with you!

[woodnrust]

There's a special place in hell for whoever popularized wireless earbuds. I straight up just cannot find wired earbuds in stores anymore and I'm NOT paying $60 for earbuds that die and have to be recharged after a few hours. I'll die on this hill

[betterthanbatman1]

Traumatised man and traumatised man’s best friend

[dinbeskarbaby]

[jinv]

runway model kim taehyung +seokjin’s reaction

[miekasa]

gojo’s son calling him baby because he heard gojo calling you that. precious

HHHH I KNOW :(( Satoru always encourages infant babbling (speaks animatedly and listens with the same enthusiasm even when it’s just incoherent noises), and the kid has taken to incorporating some key phrases into his vocabulary—learning to ask for more when he’s hungry, asking for his dad to keep playing with him, saying “thank you” and “i love you” (Satoru’s personal favorite, because his L’s do sound a little like W’s and he coos every time)—but he’s also picking up on things you and Satoru say to eachother. So, it’s only natural that hearing his parents refer to each other as “baby,” makes the toddler believe that that’s a normal part of speech he can start saying.

The first time it happens, Satoru is coming back from work. He can hear giggling in the kitchen, and when he makes his way there he’s greeted with the sight of his son in his high-chair clapping happily as you scoop some of his dinner onto his plate. Satoru reaches to you first, and arm curling around your waist and his lips pressing to your cheek. You’re about to return the greeting when the words are spoken for you, a high-pitched and excited squeal from your toddler in place of your own voice, “Home, baby!” Satoru pauses and blinks, pointing a finger at his chest and observing as his son only grins wider, making grabby hands for his father. He repeats the phrase again, this time attempting a broken syllable version of the word “welcome,” that makes Satoru’s heart swell three sizes. He’s quick to scoop his son right out of the chair, twirl him around and press kisses to his cheek, “Missed you so much, too, baby!”

First it’s you and Satoru that get called baby as greetings, but soon it extends to other people. When Megumi comes over to babysit the following week, he’s met with excited squeals and raised arms (demands to be picked up), before his cheeks are squished between baby-sized palms and he’s formally greeted with, “Hi, baby!” The look on Megumi’s face is priceless—slightly red and embarrassed, but beyond fond—and he gives the kid a gentle pat on the head before telling him he missed him, too. When it’s time for Megumi to return home for the evening, he gets soft hugs and tired yawns, the words “Bye, Memi. Night, baby,” barely getting out.

Your son is a fast learner, it seems. He quickly realizes he can use the word outside of greetings and goodbyes, and tries it out with his uncle Nanamin the next time he’s over at his house. Nanami is leaning over the counter, watching carefully as the toddler eats his lunch. He reaches over to wipe some smeared tomato away from his mouth as he’s finishing up his food, and that’s when the baby grins at him, looking his uncle (godfather, really, but he doesn’t know that yet), right in the eye before saying, “Thank you, baby.” Kento only smiles softly, continuing to gently wipe down his cheeks, before cradling his head and musing, “You’re more than welcome.”

You and Satoru debate which one of you he’s been picking this up from. You think the obvious choice is your husband—Satoru’s always been the more affectionate one, and pet names comes easy to him. He argues that your son gets it from you, and that he listens more carefully to his mom. Your theory is proven correct when your son is curled up in your lap shortly after dinner time, hands reaching to be held against your chest and rocked to sleep. You think he’s finally dozing off when you hear a small, and tired, “‘Night, my baby,” from your toddler’s lips. You look up to Satoru, who grins, leaning down to kiss the top of his son’s head and then your forehead. He takes after this father, without a doubt; because while every body else was baby, only your boys had the honor of refer to your as their baby.

[dean-mikaelson]

i feel sick unwell nauseous ill

[vynsdearrose]

how the tot boys sleep with you (Marius/Vyn Edition!)

Marius von Hagen

He has a big bed, lots of room to spread out, for sure. And, yet, he’s pulled you close to him at the center of the bed. Blankets haphazardly tossed onto more your body than his. Of course, his arms are around you pretty tightly, but not enough to hurt you. He would never hurt yo, even unconsciously. One of his hands is on the skin of your back, under your shirt. It started off as him softly moving the palm of his hands up and down your spine soothingly to lull you to sleep, but well that action had put him to sleep, himself. As for you, you find yourself with your head tucked against his shoulder, breath tickling against the skin of his collarbone. Marius, when he gets to sleep, is one to sleep deeply and drag you into dreamland with him. Not that you minded though. In the morning, if he wakes up first, he’ll wake you up with soft kisses, all which are warm with drowsiness but sweet all the same.

Vyn Richter

Like, Marius, Vyn has a large bed. The mattress is soft, blankets are all very warm. Which, you’re thankful for. You’re borrowing a shirt of his to sleep in, it hands off your arms lazily but the fabric is thin. But you never minded, he keeps his house warm and you’re grateful for that. On this particular night, though, it was chillier and you couldn’t help but bring yourself close as can be, arms looped around his waist, while he reads the book in his hand. One of his hands holds the book and the other runs through your hair with ease. You wonder how he’s even able to turn the pages with one hand. You don’t dwell on the thought too long, though. Before you know it, or realize what he is doing, he sets the book on the nightstand. It was marked as to not lose his place. And the lights dimmed. When you ask about the book, his only response is to slide the both of you further into the pillows, bringing the blankets over your form even more, worried about you catching cold. And, of course, when you gaze at his face, you notice his tired eyes behind the glasses. That’s when you let go of him only to take them off gingerly and place them with the book. His arms come around you like they were always meant to be there, his thumbs softly caressing your sides through the shirt. The fabric would almost tickle if not for your drowsiness. Sluggishly, your eyes flutter shut and you let your head fall to his chest over his heartbeat. The soft sound of Vyn’s voice making soft plans and even promises pulls you away to sleep. Don’t worry, though, he’ll be sure to tell you tomorrow morning.

[userpoe]

#steven being a cutie (▰˘◡˘▰)

[festeringrian]

Haven't drawn for like three months but I was possessed to draw shitposts of my new emotional support blorbos ✌️✌️

[tbartss]

I'M STILL YELLING

[lewispullmaned]

[lizstiel]

arthur gave him his mother’s sigil

[nights-at-crystarium]