couldn't help the cute

The ART OF EARLY MORNING CUDDLING

They weren’t pretending to be asleep anymore. And it wasn’t until Even kissed his neck that Isak all but moaned. Shit.

“Good morning to you, too,” Even mumbled against his neck, chuckling.

An ode to the beautiful scene in I Would Do it Again by @cuteandtwisted

somethingscarlet13  asked:

Johnny & Jack: "how's the worlds most attractive guy doing today?" "I don't know, how are you doing Johnny?" (I've been seeing this around and it's just so cute I couldn't help it)

This one is perfect for a short drabble so no readmore this time

“So, how’s the hottest babe in the world doing today?” Johnny asked, shooting Jack a pair of finger guns.

“I do not know, you have not told me yet,” Jack answered, folding his laundry and putting it into the basket. Johnny blushed, and tried to stammer out some sort of counter-line before Jack could finish with his laundry and leave.

“It seems you are not doing so well, are you feverish?” Jack said, his face completely innocent as he teased the blonde. He put his forehead to Johnny’s as if testing his temperature, and hummed thoughtfully.

“W-what?” Johnny asked.

“Yes, just as I suspected,” Jack said solemnly. “You are even hotter than previously thought!”

Johnny resolved to pick a better line for tomorrow.

9

literature moodboards Atonement by Ian McEwan

“It wasn’t only wickedness and scheming that made people unhappy, it was confusion and misunderstanding; above all, it was the failure to grasp the simple truth that other people are as real as you. And only in a story could you enter these different minds and show how they had an equal value." 

2

Childhood

“Look, Reiner, one more thing. When you fire, you need to breathe. Try this… take a big breath in and out.”

Reiner, frowning, opened his mouth and inhaled, then exhaled loudly.

He can hear Bertolt’s smile, “Ok, that’s good, but let’s do it softer, and focus on taking that breath in, and then breathing it out nice and slow. And when you’re done breathing out…. that’s when you shoot.”

“Huh, I never thought of that,” Reiner mumbled.

“Let’s go, big breath in…”

He inhaled through his nose. He could smell the loamy earth they’re laying on, the wet grass, the fresh breeze coming in with the dawn. The tin cans are more visible, their dark outlines stark and defiant against the sky, significantly brighter now than when they started. Light yellow and pink streak across above their heads. He can feel a cold drop of sweat run down his chest under his shirt. And again, Bertolt’s hand rested on his back between the shoulder blades, warm and strong. Right now, he felt grounded, alive. Somehow, Reiner knew he would never forget this moment.

“…and out.”

He exhaled, lined up his sights. The hard wood of the rifle pressed against his cheek, the butt in the crook of his shoulder. Finger ready on the trigger, the metal grip of it cool and rough against his index. At the end of his breath, he held, and with gentle pressure squeezed-

Excerpt from a fic I wrote after chapter 94: Breathe First

Anniversary Surprise

Not requested, but here’s some dad!shawn, based off of this video where Lee Brice’s wife surprised him on tour with their sons, and the boys ran out onstage in the middle of the show. It is absolutely adorable and heartwarming. 

Your name: submit What is this?

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Your four year old is in your arms, and your seven year old is standing next to you watching Shawn perform from backstage. This is the first time you’re seeing him in person in three weeks, and he doesn’t even know you’re here yet. You secretly flew out to Seattle to surprise him for your anniversary, and as far as you know, he has no idea that you’re here. The boys are bouncing with excitement. They’re so happy to finally see their dad again. Three weeks is a long time for little boys.  

After a few songs, Shawn is singing one of his newer songs, one he actually wrote for your boys, which is why it is the perfect time for the surprise. You put your youngest down, and tell both boys to “Go to daddy.” They don’t need any more prompting, as the two of them walk onto the stage. Shawn is facing the crowd so he doesn’t see them coming from behind, but the crowd does, and the screaming gets louder. You can see your boys’ nervousness and hesitance being in front of so many people at first, but they just run for their dad, knowing they’re always safe with him. 

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pvtdoughnuthole  asked:

Valentines day date? Yuri X Viktor

“How many years is this, now,” Yuuri teases, as Victor sits across from him in a restaurant. 

“Hmm?” Victor asks, looking up from his meal. 

“How many Valentine’s Days have we spent together?” Yuuri clarifies. 

“Only a couple more than the years we’ve been married,” Victor smiles. They both know how long that’s been: it’ll be 15 years later this year. 

“Hmm, really?” Yuuri asks, tapping his finger against his lips - a habit he’s picked up from Victor. “Because I specifically remember a couple years that we were both away at a competition or another, or on a business trip where we missed it.”

Victor frowns and thinks for a second. Perhaps there were. “But we always made up for them,” Victor nods. 

“We did,” Yuuri grins, his eyes sparkling in the candlelight between them. If anything, Yuuri looks more gorgeous than when they first met. There’s a few streaks of silver in his hair to match Victor’s, and he’s got crinkles at the corner of his eyes and lines at the edges of his mouth where he’s been laughing too much over the years. Victor’s proud of those. 

“So it’s probably been right around 15 valentine’s we’ve spent together, then,” Victor says. Probably less. Which seems a shame because any chances he’s missed to dote on Yuuri seems like a waste. Even after all this time, there is no one else Victor would rather be sitting with. Whether it’s Valentine’s Day, some rainy day in April, or snowy day in December, it doesn’t matter. 

“You’ve got that look,” Yuuri teases, smiling, eyes crinkling at the corners, just the way Victor loves. 

“What look?” Victor asks, even though he knows the answer. 

“The ‘blinded by love’ look,” Yuuri says. Apparently it’s one of Victor’s four main expressions, so Yuuri and Yurio tell him. 

“Is it a problem?” Victor teases. “Are you finally getting tired of it after all these years?”

Yuuri chuckles, because it is absolutely absurd that he’d ever tire of Victor looking at him that way. As if he’s the only one in the world. “No. Never a problem.” He makes sure to say anyway. 

They eat in comfortable silence for a few moments, happy to just be in each other’s presence. 

“So, what did you get me this year?” Yuuri asks finally. “Am I going to come home to a rosepetal-covered bed again?”

“It’s tradition, can’t stop now,” Victor doesn’t deny it. Every Valentine’s they’ve spent together, Victor’s made sure that they’ve had candles, chocolate, and a perfectly-laid-out bed, roses and all. It’s cheesy, cliche even, but the first time he’d done it - the look on Yuuri’s face, and the tears (sorry Yuuri, he’s not going to pretend it didn’t happen, no matter how much he’s asked to) - had told him Yuuri was getting nothing less than that every year. 

“I suppose I’ll have to give you time to light the candles when we get home, won’t I?” Yuuri smiles. 

“As long as you’re not getting tired of it, I won’t stop,” Victor tells him. 

“No, not tired of it. Never. It’s something I look forward to, in fact,” Yuuri tells him. But Victor already knows it. They clasp hands over the table, fingers twined together, Yuuri’s wedding ring glinting from its spot between their fingers. 

They don’t need more than this. Valentines isn’t so much of ‘professing your love’ to them, but rather, just a confirmation of what they feel every day. Mostly, it just gives Victor another excuse to spoil his husband. 

This year, however, is a little different. Although in the beginning years Victor had showered Yuuri with gifts, ranging from stuffed animals to cars (which he’d been told was too extravagant), as they’d grown older, all they needed to be happy was a night out together, no distractions, and an evening to themselves, no lavish gifts. But right now, there’s a small box in his pocket that seems heavier than it should. 

He knows he’s already married to Yuuri, and they’re still so deeply in love there’s no point in being nervous about it, but for some reason, there are butterflies in his stomach at the thought of giving Yuuri another ring. 

It’s just a simple vow renewal. It’s been 15 years. That seems like a long enough time to have waited to ask Yuuri to marry him again. He’s surprised he held back on their tenth anniversary, to be honest. Still, he can’t wait to ask. He can’t wait to see the look on Yuuri’s face. Anything for those bright eyes and soft smile.

His other hand that isn’t holding Yuuri’s clenches around the box in his pocket. Maybe later. After a walk around the park. He leans in for a kiss, and Yuuri reciprocates without hesitation. 

“I love you,” he says, and Yuuri smiles. 

“I love you too,” is the easy reply. 


((Sorry, for some reason, I just really wanted to write an older-married-couple date? I know that wasn’t in the prompt, so I hope it was alright.)) 

notbobmarlie So THIS happened😻 @annakendrick47 super comfy in her seat so I didn’t want to bug her for a picture so instead I slipped her a note (and ran away a mind you). It was about how she’s one of my favorite actresses and super inspiring and honestly, it was hella cheesy.
Anyways! Toward the end of the flight she’s like do you know who wrote this? When I said me she’s like omg do you want to get a picture together? I told her it’s okay she didn’t have to, but she’s like no we’re taking one!! And afterward she gave me a hug. Pardon me while I freak #tf out 😻