GREETINGS AND SALUTATIONS I COME BACK FROM HELL WITH GAY of course.
I really got into Dear Evan Hansen and boi o boi that musical is so fucking good what the hE L L.
(Unrelated to the drawing, but Tree Bros are a real blessing 🙏🙏🙏)
-the phrase is taken from one of Jacksfilms’ YIAY episodes but I really don’t remember which one LMAO SORRY
I like how the phandom has decided that 2017 is the year Dan and Phil will come out, move and get a dog (also possibly get married but like honestly isn’t that supposed to happen in 2022?). And whenever Dan and Phil say they’ll do anything (upload a video, do a joint lveshow etc) we get really excited and we’re like ‘YES, this is IT, guys. They are coming out as a couple. They are anouncing that they got a puppy, they got engaged and that they will soon move. I know it. I just KNOW it. I CAN FEEL IT!’. And then it ends up being just another pleasant, domestic, funny video and we just stand there like ‘wut’ for a bit and then we find a new thing to scream about (eg THEY WERE NOT WEARING ANY PANTS)
I spent the weekend riding a ship GLORIOUS BOAT. I steered it from the bottom lock to the top lock and we nearly ran out of lubricating grease for the bung but there was an emergency tub so all was well. Very proud of myself for managing to relate these facts to my mother with a straight face and then texted it to codenamelazarus and spent a solid minute laughing.
Uhhh, part 2 to iwaoihina headcanons/imagines/whatever they are because I am iwaoihina trash that has nothing better to do
Imagine Hinata coming out as asexual and confessing that he was scared that they would leave him and they both comfort him and tell him that they would never leave him
Imagine Oikawa getting jealous over Hinata always texting Kenma so he talks to Iwaizumi who tells Hinata to stop texting Kenma around Oikawa
Oikawa actually really likes to sing but he gets shy about it. Iwaizumi and Hinata only know about it when they came home early one day and heard Oikawa singing. Now Hinata is always bugging Oikawa to sing for them and he can never refuse Hinata
Imagine Hinata begging they adopt a cat and Iwaizumi is the first to cave in so they went out to adopt one. The cat absolutely loves Iwaizumi and Hinata but for some reason hates Oikawa and is always scratching and hissing at him
Iwaizumi likes to send pictures to Hinata of Oikawa whenever he’s not paying attention. Hinata has all the pictures saved on his phone and refuses to delete them no matter how much Oikawa asks
Hinata is the first one up and he goes straight to the kitchen to start making breakfast. Iwaizumi is up next and he helps Hinata to cook. Oikawa is the last to get up, claiming he needs as much beauty sleep as possible, just as breakfast is being served
Just a little drabble I wrote during my study break. Inspired by this adorable post. Rated T.
“Cullen,” she murmured, pressing her lips along his jaw. “I have to go. The others are waiting.”
Despite her protests, his strong arms stayed locked around her waist, holding her flush to his body where they lay along her bed. The morning sunlight streamed in through the open balcony, warming her back while the man beneath her warmed her front.
“Hang the mission,” he growled, stealing a string of chaste kisses from he lips.
Elena chuckled and kissed the tip of his nose. “That doesn’t sound like the Commander Cullen I know.”
She felt his gloved fingers run up and down her back, catching ever so slightly in her long hair, his other hand firm at her hip. Secure and safe.
“What can I say, I’m a man possessed,” he kissed her more deeply, his lips warm against her own. “Besotted, even, if you will.”
She sighed in content, and raked her fingers through his hair, mussing his carefully controlled curls before pressing her lips to his forehead. How she loved her valiant commander.
“I’ll only be gone two weeks this time,” she whispered, nipping at his ear.
Cullen growled, and rolled them, so that he loomed over her as she sunk into the soft mattress, the press of his hips against hers almost argument enough to make her stay. He cupped her cheek, thumb tracing over her soft skin.
“Too long,” he protested, before resting his forehead against her own, his warm breath fanning across her flushed cheeks.
Elena took a deep breath and closed her eyes while she memorized the feeling of his body on top of hers. The safety of his arms around her. The beat of his heart against her chest as if it were inside of her, nestled next to her own heart. They had done this dozens, if not hundreds of times, even now, with Corypheus defeated. It never gets easier, she thought as she battled back the pickle of tears at her eyes.
“I love you, Cullen,” she murmured, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss.
He moved against her, mouth molding to her own. The soft brush of his tongue. The gentle nip of her teeth. Tender sighs. All too soon, though, she shimmied out from under him, and readjusted her clothing and hair in the mirror above her nightstand. Next to her, he sat up on the bed and watched her a moment, amber eyes burning bright. Capturing her free hand between his own. Cullen brought it to his lip, his thumb brushing over where he planted a final kiss.
“Come back to me.”
It wasn’t a question; it was an order.
Turning to him, Elena smile and lifted his chin with one hand, the rough scratch of his stubble familiar and welcome against her fingers. She pressed one last kiss to his lips.
“I always do,” she grinned, trying not to laugh at the lipstick stains all over his face. “Now, I do believe you have a war council to attend to.”
since it’s finals time for me (and probably for many others) and i’ve been intensely studying my renaissance lit textbook. and also because christoper marlowe’s poetry is really sexy. and because he’d probably approve of homo fanfic based off of his writing: deancas college!au | 985 words - dean and cas are studying and then they get distracted wow big shocker
When finals came around Dean knew that he and Cas might be too busy to spend time together, so he had proposed study dates for the two of them. Cas was definitely on board, but Dean wasn’t just offering to “study”.
No, what Dean was really offering (and what he won’t admit) was to listen to Cas study. See, to help retain the countless texts that he’s needed to learn over the years for his literature major, Cas has taken to reading them aloud. And Cas is a very good reader. Like, very very good. At least in Dean’s humble opinion.
So here they are; studying on Cas’ bed at three in the afternoon, sun streaming through the open window, and with enough books, papers, and highlighters to make it look like they had robbed a Staples earlier that day. They’re only about an hour into their post-lunch study session, but Dean has lost focus on his organic chemistry notes ever since Cas has started reading aloud.
Today Cas is studying Marlowe. While the two are sitting quite close to each other, he seems mostly unaware of his audience as he slowly recites the words that he’s been staring at for the past hour and half.
“Amorous Leander, beautiful and young (whose tragedy divine Musæus sung), dwelt at Abydos; since him dwelt there none for whom succeeding times make greater moan,” Cas recites carefully and highlights the word “young”.
Next to him Dean has forgotten his own studying entirely as he tries not to moan. He narrows all of his focus onto Cas and the poetry practically dripping like honey out of his lips.
“His dangling tresses, that were never shorn,” Cas continues as he brings a hand up to scratch through Dean’s hair. Dean’s eyes widen at the sensual touch. “Had they been cut, and unto Colchos borne… would have allur’d the vent'rous youth of Greece to hazard more than for the golden fleece.”
Dean is already blushing by this point and he bites his lower lip to keep from giggling from excitement. He knows what Cas is doing. He knows that Cas knows that he knows too. That asshole.
Summary: Written for my secret santa Aobaseragakii, with the prompt calling for an amusement park date. Takes place after Noiz’s good route.
Aoba’s first thought when Noiz takes him to an amusement park is what will happen if Noiz sets off the metal detector–and how he’ll explain why. His second is that he’s not entirely sure he wants to go on a roller coaster with four loops.
Mostly though, he dwells on the first. It’s enough of a burden on his mind when Noiz asks whether or not he’s excited. Aoba lets his thoughts tumble out in a not-quite-coherent way that leaves Noiz looking at him like his head is busted for one, two, three seconds before that dumb half-interested smirk curves his lips.
“Well if it’s a problem, I’m sure I can make them see it my way.”
“Okay first of all, I don’t know if you mean whipping it out, or greasing their palms with money,” Aoba starts, “And secondly, both of those will definitely get you kicked out before we even get in.”
If im watching a show or movie and a guy looks at a girl like she’s the most beautiful thing he laid eyes on, like she’s the sun of the universe, like he’s a little puppy that just found his favorite stick he buried in the sand months ago, liKE HE JUST FOUND JESUS then theres a 100000000000000000000% chance i’ll ship the fuck out of it