that i may fluff them

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@severeprincesswitch Happy Rhackiversary!! :D It’s been 1 year today since I started shipping these two nerds. Was saving this for today :3 I hope you like it!! Sorry for taking so long!!

Roman, pls come assist your children. 

SERIOUSLY. Seriously. You know what, fuck you for being able to pull off a suit and still look like a grungy, hot mess of a man, YOU CAN’T HAVE BOTH AT THE SAME TIME DEANFORD. 

… Okay so I have a little bit of a thing for bloody Dean, sue me. He seems content, therefore I am as well.

Look at this little cutie golfing, aw. I cannot honestly imagine this dork golfing, but instead driving the golf carts into random places. 

So soft, so cute, so yes.

*pew pew* 

YES, RUN ME OVER, I AM READY 

Okay, but if this isn’t the cutest picture you have ever seen, then really, what is? Becuase okay, let’s just start with how sweet and pure and FUCKING BLUE HIS EYES ARE BECAUSE WOW OKAY, WHY DON’T WE JUST INSTALL LASERS IN THEM SO YOU CAN FINISH KILLING ME WITH THEM???? And okay, the little tongue sticking out? Wow, 12/10, please. AND HIS LITTLE THUMBS UP? WOW. And it’s raining, like imagine this giant dork in the rain??? HIS HAIR IS ALL WET AND LIKE KINDA CURLY AND HE’S GOT THE SCRUFFY AND I’M SORRY I’LL STOP NOW, I AM SORRY I AM, not really lmao.

…. Those black shorts are gonna kill me, wtf.

THIS LITTLE SMIRKY FACE, OMG

*me all the time, 24/7, about everything* 

Okay??? DEAN GET ALONG WITH SETH PLS, I MISS YOUR FRIENDSHIP I’M SORRY, SETH IS ALSO SORRY, HE IS JUST A LITTLE (huge) SHIT SOMETIMES (most the time). 

Blurry but still WOW?????? 

Okay, I love wrapping hands and wrists, it’s so sexy??? 

HAHAHAH JUST LIKE HIS HAT SAYS, RIP. 

>.> I mean, or I can just keep you? No? Okay. 

HE’S SO CUTE, WOW SO FLOOF. 

“HEY TAKE A PICTURE OF ME BY THIS FENCE WHILE I DO THIS.” 

Back again with the black shorts

This just reminds me of Bugs Bunny saying “Put ‘em up, put ‘em up.” 

Renee took this photo, and I honestly LOVE THEM TOGETHER SO MUCH, WOW THEY ARE SO CUTE???? I know they aren’t together in the picture BUT WOW I SHIP THEM THEY ARE ADORABLE AND I HOPE THEY NEVER CHANGE. 

… Sweaty, shirtless Dean. Mama likely. 

Fluffy Dean

“Hey Shannon, why do you have so many pictures of Dean working out?” “I mean, I-” *FUCKING RUNS AWAY* 

I am trying to lip read here, and all I see is ‘What the table?’ 

WOW THIGHS AND KNEE PADS AND LEATHER AND WOW, Leather daddy. That is his name. HE IS LEATHER DADDY DO NOT TRY TO CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE, NO YOU’RE NOT OKAY. 

This is like one of the Office moments.

Originally posted by dean-ambroselover

NOW SISSY THAT WALK. I’m sorry I have no control, I’ll make a real comment, hot dang like a summer choir, walk a little slower why don’t ya Deano? 

Originally posted by valstepiro

I know I shouldn’t be attracted to him smoking, I’M SORRY MOM, I KNOW I’M A HUGE DISAPPOINTMENT BUT THIS IS SO ATTRACTIVE TO ME, I DON’T????

Originally posted by deanambroseismines

Okay wow, this wins. This wins everything. My heart. My life. Everything, I literally am speechless, I CANNOT THINK OF A PROPER SECNTENCE THIS IS TAKING SO MUCH CONCENTRATION BECAUSE HE IS ASO BEAUTFIUL???? 

Originally posted by iletyoudowniknow

Look at these happy little goobers, I love them so much. Are they giggling over going over a speed bump? They’re literally the ccutest and will be the death of me


Originally posted by ambrollinsasylum

More evidence that this is a huge dork, I REPEAT DEAN AMBROSE IS A HUGE DORK WHO DESERVES ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD (and the WWE World Championship, amiright) 

Originally posted by thesawcesomeone

Listen, this is me about 98% of the time. Sometimes, they’re not drunken. 

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

Any questions? No?? This post is made possible by the floofy Dean Ambrose fic my fav wrote @hardcorewwetrash (I suggest you all follow her 5ever, because everything she writes is the bomb.com) ALSO IT’S THIRST PARTY SATURDAY AND GUESS WHO I’M THIRSTY FOR, HAHAHAHAHA, everyone, the answer is everyone. 

Sherlock’s favorite part of their morning routine has always been watching John make breakfast. Before he would find excuses to be in the kitchen while John went through the motions of getting ready to start the day. Sometimes Sherlock had an experiment that needed tending, sometimes he used his petulant side to his advantage, but he would always position himself for the best view. Now, he doesn’t need an excuse as he watches his lover prepare breakfast. Sherlock watches unabashedly at the rise of the shirt, revealing the low dip at the base of John’s spine, as John reaches for an item Sherlock intentionally set just out of reach. He smiles at the soft sounds John’s bare feet make as he pads around the kitchen, humming to himself as he goes through his routine. John is of course aware of the undivided attention he has. It used to embarrass him, now he just ducks his head and grins at knowing.
Most mornings, Sherlock is able to resist the tug that smile does to him. But some mornings, like today, he can’t. Swiftly he rises from his chair and pulls the mug out of John’s hand, setting it on the counter with a loud thunk. John’s grin widens and he pulls Sherlock into a deep kiss, his hips on Sherlock’s waist. They spend unknown minutes lazily enjoying the feel of each other’s lips, slow kisses, lingering sighs, happily taking the moments in. There’s no case waiting, no need to rush. Eventually, John’s stomach rumbles, reminding them that, yes they do need to actually eat. John pulls back with a giggle and Sherlock smirks at him, before he returns to the table to enjoy his view.

the second half of cynderbird‘s prize for my giveaway. (560 words: the Inquisitor and children belong to her.)
Triplets make it difficult for Cullen Rutherford and Sophia Lavellan to spend any time alone together. 


Cullen didn’t dare breathe.

Three lumps of curly blond hair rose and fell along with his chest as his children lay curled up on top of him, their drool soaking through his undershirt. Most days, he would’ve traded anything for a moment of silence from the triplets. But this? He’d spent near fifteen minutes twisting and turning his body, trying to slide them off. Each attempt led to a louder grumble and tiny hands tightening on his shirt.

He glanced to the door where his wife kept a hand over her mouth, shoulders shaking in a barely suppressed laugh.

Help me, he mouthed.

Sophia was grinning as she crept into the room, coming to stand beside the couch.

“Help me,” he whispered.

“Why? You look so comfortable.”

Cullen had to fight back his pout. His eyes ran appreciatively down the thin shift she wore, enjoying how poorly it hid the shape of her body from him. “But the children,” he said in a half-whine. It felt like months since they’d all been asleep at the same time, and years since he’d held his wife close without the nagging worry that a nightmare of shadows would wake one of them into screams. “Please, vhenan?”

Sophia grinned, her vallaslin crinkling in a way that always made him want to kiss the markings. Leaning over, the thin material fell from her shoulder; his fingers twitched with the desire to touch the smooth skin, to pull the rest of the shift from her body, to–Cullen blanched as Leo rubbed his eyes, blabbering in his sleep.

Sophia scooped the little boy into her arms, craddling him as she hummed one of the songs from her clan. Cullen grinned as his son relaxed, the gathering frown easing from his face. Setting him down in his crib and tucking the blanket beneath his chin, Sophia returned for Catherine as she continued to hum. Cullen watched for a moment, the gentle notes pulling at his own eyes, before he rolled onto his side, taking Phoebe to join her siblings.

“Think they’ll stay asleep this time?” he asked beneath his breath, arms wrapping around Sophia’s waist.

“Mmm. Hope so.” Her neck tilted back with a sigh when he placed a few absent kisses against her skin.

He pulled her closer. “I missed you, vhenan.”

“I missed you too.” She turned and caught him in a kiss, fingers caressing his cheek. “But what if you showed me how much you missed me next door in that lovely bed of ours.” She smirked as she tugged him towards the hall. The floor creaked beneath her step. They both froze, half-inside, the tension mounting as they waited for–

Cullen groaned openly when Leo started to squirm against his blankets, face contorting in silent anguish before his cry echoed in the small room, awakening his sisters. “Every time,” he said, head falling onto Sophia’s shoulder. She pecked his cheek.

“I’ll take care of them. You should go rest; I could store the entire armory in the bags under your eyes.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded with a smile. “On one condition, Commander.”

“Name it.”

“Your wife will be expecting something extra the next time you finish one of your missions.”

Cullen grinned, catching her about the waist to give her a proper kiss before they parted. “Consider it done.”