#i want his sweater so bad

[handsomelyerin]

enzo vogrincic at a screening and q&a for 'society of the snow' (february 15th, 2024)

#enzo vogrincic #i want his sweater so bad #la sociedad de la nieve #society of the snow #mancandykings #most gorgest man of all time

[dracuno]

i had a dream that i had jonathan breech's sweater and when i woke up and i didn't have it i felt the world around me collapse bc it felt so real so i was so

#yuna’s thoughts ♡彡 #jonathan breech #why me #why #i want his sweater so bad #hes so #cillian murphy

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy.

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#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #tulu xuanwu #blood #Vomit on his sweater already; mom's spaghetti #I love drawing teenji because he gets to be a lot more expressive than Older Lan Wangji. #wwx is trying so hard to be supportive and it keeps backfiring for lwj. #“There's no way I would ever want you carnally ^_^” meanwhile the guy who wants him carnally is losing his mind in agony. #Hot tip if you keep finding yourself in Lan Zhan's shoes: consider being more obvious. Give up on trying to be subtle with an ADHDer. #His game is SO BAD. Abysmally bad rizz. I do not think it was possible for these to to have a chance to get together in this life. #He has no plan. He has no healthy outlet for his feelings. He is looking at his half naked crush and losing his shot. #F in the chat for Lan Zhan. He's just been accidently rejected and he is about to be accused of being straight. #Meta commentary moment: I am going to try very hard to be more consistent with outfits and details across comics #I have had some...difficulties in the past with forgetting details (COUGH the vermillion mark COUGH) #New year new goals! Wish my ADHD eyes and brain good luck!

[probablyhuntersmom]

"It's been a year, I feel so heavy... Mama, will this feeling ever stop?"

“Mijo. It hurts. But you have so many people who love you. We can help you carry that feeling and one day it might not feel as heavy.”

(Dialogue by @childlikegoblinqueen, with some smol additions by me)

#the owl house #toh hunter #hunter noceda #camila noceda #for Flapjack #toh edits #loz's edits #my notes: I may be having an unpopular opinion after Dana said Willow would cut his hair short again..but -- #I think he'd only make that step after he hits the 1-year mark. I've felt extremely similar numbness/depression that lasted almost a year #I'm not sure he'd have the focus to be proactive to change his hair so quickly. coz everything will be a reminder: he may not see the point #anyhow yea it's sweet to think of how respectful the others will be to him. asking him if he wants to take part during the first anniversar #the house wouldn't be decorated. he'd feel bad that they can't have as much fun as they apparently otherwise would #but obvs they insist they are very willingly dialing things down a lot and are also sad and grieving #but the key here is..aesthetically he's wearing a red sweater. that counts for something (thematically). for a reason

[barredandromeda]

when i msg him and he replies with more than 2 words 😍

#he was so cute yall got no ideaaaaa omgggggg #hes so cute likeee my god bro 😭 #and his fit today ate cause he had to dress lowkey formal omggg bro #bros a cutie frrrr 🙏 #he lowkey ruined it when he put his sweater back on but its alg cause hes still cute #post #erics tag #i want him so bad #kindividual posting #i need to start putting this on notes instead of tumblr cause its getting high key embarrassing

[jjlr101]

OH MY FUCKING GOD

SPIDER-TODD

Ok I'm just seeing this I'm so sorry Jareth lol.

I HAVEN'T WATCHED THE NEW SPIDERMAN MOVIE YET BUT I WANT TO. SO. BADDDDD :(((.

I'll draw Spider-Todd when I watch the movie, for now have this old ugly Spiderman drawing I did like a year ago.

#jdmqjd I want to design his suit so bad now Jareth I hate you #would he have a sweater over the suit? lol #anyways I love your ideas #also I have so many asks left to answer I'm so sorry peoplefjsmdn #ask #cowboylexapro #across the spiderverse #spiderman #dead poets society #dps #todd anderson #stupid art folder #sketchbook shit

[daydadahlias]

hello jess! if each member of 5sos was one of those squishy stuffed animal guys you like, which would they each be? why can't i remember what those things are called? one moment please. JELLYCAT. i had to search the word "corn" on your blog to find that because it was the only thing i could remember about it. anyway. back to my original question. also if you come across a jellycat that you feel represents me in any way, please share. love you xoxo bella

ok @clumsyclifford, I have spent the day perusing over 500 Jellycats in preparation to answer this ask. these were some of the hardest decisions I have ever had to make. But I come before you now with my answers.

Luke Hemmings as the Jungly Blue Giraffe

Ashton Irwin as Fun-Guy Robbie

Michael Clifford as the Clippy Cloppy Palomino Pony

Calum Hood as the Campfire Critter Bear

#calum is blurry bc symbolism #all his content is blurry <33 #obviously this bear is calum bc squishy cheeks #all of these are so self explanatory #pigeon #bella thank you so much for asking #i want to buy a jellycat so so bad but idk which one i want... #so so many good ones #i think i might want a dog with a sweater... #bella

[dummerjan]

I want Pran's wardrobe

#meins #bad buddy #watching ep 12 and i just love his shirts and sweaters #tho he looks his best in the bedroom scene playing guitat #but also the sweater he wears at the bar i want that one so bad #might actually be something i could knit (some day if i ever am able to knit again)

[hellofastudysession]

ive decided my love for stanley started way back with milo

#personal #like oh thats the most normal person ever okay #and the thing is nothing around them is normal but they TREAT it like its normal! #also they look like that #he had a sweater vest ok he had a sweater vest #milo smiling through fucking explosions and its not even forced its just a minor inconvenience? like?? like???>KA/Amka/lfng #when the character is SO interfaced with their environment #its about the slapstick #AND THE BAD LUCK CURSE STUFF? GOD little me wanted to write so much fanfic about it but didnt know what fanfic was #milo is very small. what is he like fourteen. HES TWELVE??? HES TWELVE?????????/ #and he has no angst about it whatsoever its just his life and also his best friends a girl #damn how many seasons did the show get i havent thought of it in forever

[potatoesandsunshine]

lockwood falls into these little starstruck moments that are honestly kinda adorable. maybe he is a fellow performer

#my working theory of this character is that he is actually horrifyingly genuine #that his confidence would be more comforting if it were a front - but it's real. he isn't pretending. #it's wild to watch him when someone famous turns up because he has NONE of the instinctive distrust you would imagine #me watching episode three where literally one famous guy tries to kill them all and then a famous woman recognizes them: #why are the alarm bells not going off for you!!!!!!! dude!!! #also lucy has this sweater at the end of the episode that i want SO bad it looks SO cozy

[mypersonmyg]

HE'S SO FUCKING PRETTY I WANNA—

#LOOK AT HIM AND HIS CUTE CREAM SWEATER #AND HIS LONG HAIR #PRETTY FEATURES #MIN YOONGI I WANT YOU SO BAD

[victory-cookies]

bro I don’t wanna go to class tomorrow. I think I’m gonna skip

#they both post their slides it’ll probably be fine #I still gotta go up to campus for work tho :/ #hell world. I cannot wait for this semester to be over #only a couple more weeks and then it’s exam period #and I only have two exams so hopefully that won’t be too bad (one of them is online open book and by a prof who loves to spoil his exams #so really I only have one that I actually have to worry about) #and it’ll be April so I’ll have shit like the set it off show to look forward to at that point #and uhhhh what else do I got going on #I ordered a piece of merch I’ve been wanting for years(?) off of eBay? That’s supposed to arrive in April ig #it’s one of kurtis conner’s please be nice to me it’s the law sweaters #and I’ve been obsessed with them since they dropped but didn’t buy one #but today I found one on eBay for a really decent price so I decided that I was gonna go for it #Maybe a little too excited for that to arrive #I just love to the design it’s so iconic

[medicaltechnician]

a kid just came up to my door and asked for money that their school is raising mons for a field trip, which is chill, could it of been a scam? maybe? do i care? no. i just need to get this thought out or else i’m gonna think circles around it forever no matter how much I don’t care.

brains are stupid what can I say

#ker talks #nope im still thinking about it goddamn it #look schools typically have forms and a place to put your name and they typically dont raise money with out one #and usually its for other parents within the school #and there isn’t just one child walking around #and the kid looked at my car knowing i was home when no one else was #and its still a school day #and hes wearing a pricey uni sweater #but at the same time #even if it isn’t for a field trip and hes lying i hope hes happy #like maybe hes being hassled for money from a student or parents #or just wants to get a goddamn snack #so idc #enjoy the 50 literatly all the cash i have #i think i will laugh if his parents find out and march up to my door to apologize cause i’ll have to play along #and then get chewed out by my mom #and it’s probably like the 50th time ive been scammed but its chill #im so bad with money im happy to give it away #i say as i have bills to pay and no job so i’m slowly watching my bank account dwindle #and atressing about the fact im gonna owe the gov some money come tax season #and no one will hire me fucking hell #idk where i went wrong in life #i literatly bought a stranger a 300 phone once cause i was in highschool and had a job #but i wasnt using the money so i thought why not #also i just wanted to call on discord with them #we talked for like a week #im always paying for everyones shit #im not even mad even if i sound like it #i feel like my outrage is manufactured because im supposed to be mad #but idk if im capable of that in this scenario

[s3lkie2sato]

he doesnt know i spent an hour and a half depilling his sweater

#quill.txt #it wasnt that bad its just like. the littlw bits. on a Huge sweater! #so it took a little bit #but i can still tell it is not perfect and ill explode 💔 #love wins thoughhh or somethjng idk i love him and want to take care of his sweaters #goober posting #gah!!!!

[triptuckers]

dawn - percy jackson

Request: nope Pairing:  percy jackson x child of apollo!reader Summary:  percy wakes early because of a nightmare and you're not next to him Warnings:  swearing, mentions of nightmares, percy being scared :( Word count:  900 A/N: SHIFTING INTO PERCY JACKSON MODE AGAIN !!! I cannot wait for the show !!! also this is based on a head canon I saw once and now it's my favorite, enjoy!

percy hears you scream again. he needs to find you now.

he's been running for too long now, you've been screaming for too long. he could tell from your screams you had gone from scared to absolutely terrified.

and he knows you've been through as much as he has. it took a lot to make you scared. and something has made you terrified.

percy runs around the corner, gripping his sword tight. up ahead he can see a shadow. that must be you.

he takes off running again but as he gets closer to the shadow, it's not you. it's someone - or something - that is holding two very long, very sharp swords.

percy turns around and bolts through a door. you scream again. and again. he can't get to you. gods, he's going to lose you.

with a start, percy's eyes fly open.

he's breathing heavily and his hands are gripping the bedsheets. percy's chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to calm himself. he reaches out to you, but you're not next to him.

what if it wasn't a nightmare? fuck.

he pushes himself up with one elbow and notices the door to his cabin is slightly open. he can see you sitting just outside.

percy closes his eyes and lets himself fall back onto his pillow. he frowns when they're damp. great, he was sweating. that means it was a really bad one.

'shit.' he sighs, dragging a hand over his face. there's no way he's getting any sleep now. at least not with the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

he can tell it's very early in the morning. the sun is starting to rise, but it's still pretty dark outside. percy looks over to you again and notices a mug in your hands, steam rising from it.

after the nightmare he had, he just needs you close. so he gets up and puts on a sweater and boots before joining you outside.

you look up when you hear footsteps on the wooden floor.

'hi. did I wake you?' you say, reaching for percy and pulling him down to squeeze into the chair next to you, careful not to spill your drink.

'no.' his answer is short.

'nightmare?' you ask, noticing the collar of his shirt that sticks to his sweaty neck.

'yeah.' he moves to get closer to you, needing to be near you.

'want to talk about it?' you say, lazily running your fingers through his hair near the back of his neck.

percy sighs softly. 'lately it's the same one.' he says. 'you're somewhere, I don't know where, I can't see you. but I can hear you. you're screaming for help, for me to come get you out of wherever you are. but there's this big guy chasing me and I can never get to you in time.'

he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to drown the image out.

'it's okay.' you say. 'I'm here now.'

'I know you are. you think I can ask any of the gods if they can stop the nightmares?'

you chuckle softly. 'it's worth a shot.'

'hey, wait. why weren't you next to me when I woke up?' he says, remembering the moment the nightmare shook him awake.

he turns slightly so he can look you in the eye, brows slightly furrowed. 'do you still have nightmares?'

'sometimes.'

'but they didn't wake you tonight?'

'no.'

'wait, so you willingly got up at the ass crack of dawn?'

you smile. 'also no.'

'you're usually up early, though. even on quests when you're exhausted but we need to go on, you're always the first one awake. perks of being apollo's kid?'

this time you laugh softly. 'no, more like downside of being his kid.'

percy frowns again. 'what are you talking about?"

'well, everyone wakes at dawn. look, will's awake as well.' you say, pointing to your cabin in the distance. 'michael is just coming back from getting his coffee. I saw lee as well.'

percy still looks confused. you're tempted to give him some weird reason and have him figure out I fit's real or not. but he might not even believe the truth.

'you know how apollo uses his chariot to ride across the sky to give us the sunrise, right?' you say.

'yeah, you told me about that.' says percy.

'well, when he does that he blasts heavy metal at a frequency only apollo kids can hear. so we can see him in the sky in all his glory.'

'seriously?'

'his words, not mine.'

percy laughs. 'that does sound like apollo, yes.'

'it's nice, tough. waking up before everyone else does. especially the younger kids.'

'hey, next time, wake me up okay?'

'I prefer to let you sleep. that's why I always get up quietly.'

'I know, and I appreciate it. but this is nice, just us.'

'us and all of my cabin.'

'well, yeah, but you're the only apollo kid sleeping in my cabin.' says percy, nudging your shoulder an smiling.

'and it better stay that way.' you say, smiling as well. 'I call dips on the shower.'

you lean in to kiss his cheek and get up, letting percy enjoy the rest of the sunrise on his own.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

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[luveline]

I NEEEEEED MORE STRIPPER!READER X SPENCER

fem, 1.2k

You and Spencer aren't dating, but he thinks you might be in the before. 

"You're home!" you say, clambering at the door to slip out of your shoes. You throw yourself at him as soon as you're close enough, the salted caramel and sandalwood of your new perfume washing over him. "You're here! I missed you." 

Spencer tries not to blush. He wishes you weren't so close —his hair is lank from two days unwashed, his five o'clock shadow obvious and embarrassing. If you notice anything unappealing about him you don't give the slightest inclination, your arms crossing over his back as you drive your face into his neck. 

"I can't believe how much I missed you, Dr. Reid," you say warmly. 

"I missed you too." Morgan would laugh at him for being this earnest, maybe comment on his lack of charisma, but Spencer doesn't know how else to show that he's interested beyond sincerity. 

You step back but work your hands up his neck and into his hair, raking it away from his cheeks. "That's better. I can see you better now." 

Spencer thought he remembered only horrible things from being a teenager, but he remembers this feeling, sweaty-palmed, heart-racing want. You tilt his head gently one way and then the other like you're following the motion of a wave, fingertips scratching in his hair, the sensation stirring the very pit of his stomach. No trace of tiredness remains on your face, only spritely joy to see him. 

"That feels nice," he confesses. He's not weird about it, more friendly. 

Your aswering grin tells him he nailed the casualness he was aiming for. 

"You've been working hard," you say, tucking his hair behind his ears and dusting down his shoulders, "I can tell. You look tired." 

"You don't. Short shift?" 

"Is it weird that bad weather genuinely keeps people home? I guess they prefer their wives when it's cold." 

"No, really? Who could ever pick the woman they married over you and those silver shorts?" he teases, peeling out of his sweater.

The shirt underneath is rumpled, but he doesn't care about that. Anything to be seen between you has been seen. Spencer has, unquestionably, seen you half naked. You've seen him in his boxers, so you're just about square. "Idiots, all of them." 

You're staying with him again while a security company fits your apartment with the appropriate trappings. Or, that was the initial reason. Spencer went with you to assess after it was done, discovering black mould in the corner of your bedroom and spreading its evil way across the bathroom ceiling. 

What is that? he asked, knowing what it was, hoping you'd at least pretend to be concerned. 

That's fifty bucks off a month, Spence. Don't look so horrified. 

"I missed you," you say for the third time in as many minutes. "And I hoped you'd be home, so I brought Chinese food for two."

You and Spencer change into pyjamas, and it's cliche but whatever, you look beautiful undone —he's not stupid enough to lie to himself about how he feels when you're wearing your little outfits, but he prefers this side of you a thousand times over because you like it better. You wear your prized baseball tee, white with blue sleeves, and a pair of sweatpants pushed up high on one leg while you ice your sore knee. He sits cross legged opposite, jabbing his chopsticks into one of your crispy spring rolls just to watch you gasp. 

"Can I ask you something too personal?" 

You rub down the length of your naked calf, sighing as some of the tension releases. You're more bruise than girl lately, splodges of tender skin patterning the inside. "What don't you know about me, at this point?" you ask. 

Like it's a good thing. Like you're glad for it. 

"Are you making enough money?" he asks. 

You steal back your spring roll, answering him through rice paper and greens, "Kind of. Not tonight, but enough for dinner. I'll be okay." 

"Did you think about it?" 

You shovel through your waxy box of rice, shrugging. "I thought about it, but… it's not realistic. What office would take me? What drug store?" 

"I could loan you the money while you apprentice, and get some experience, you could go back to school–" He says it all in a rush and you still knock him down. 

"It's real sweet of you, Spence, it is, but I couldn't let you do that. That makes me your charity case, and not your friend." 

"What else do you do for the people you care about?" he asks. Let them stay at a job they don't like, even if they're good at it, one that puts them statistically at higher risk for femicide or assault? 

"I wouldn't need a loan, Spencer, I'd need more than you have," you say gently. "I'd have to start my life from scratch. How would I pay rent? You couldn't afford to keep us both." 

"You could stay with me again." 

You shake your head. "You're the best friend I've ever had, which is why I'm saying no." 

He doesn't get what you mean, but you finish your dinner and help him clean up. He more than trusts you to stay here alone while he's on a case, you've honestly left it in better condition than you found it, and he insists you sleep in his bed again while you're here. 

"Don't be silly," you say, throwing a sheet out over the couch. "This is your place. You need to sleep in your own bed." 

The disaster is that it smells like you. Spencer says goodnight to you reluctantly and leaves you on the couch with every throw blanket he owns, climbing into his own bed and pulling the comforter up to his nose. He imagines you here at night, your body wash still clinging to your skin from a late night shower, your hand tucked under his pillow. There are so many things he'd like to give you, if you'd just let him. 

He spends a quiet thirty minutes like that, missing the warmth of your skin and your casual touching, wishing he could offer you the fresh start you desire, even if it meant he wasn't involved. 

The couch springs creak as you toss and turn, the sound finding it's way down the short hall from the living room slash kitchen to his bedroom. Hesitant, Spencer shifts in bed, hitting that one coil in his mattress just right, the twang resounding.  

You appear in his doorway with your borrowed pillows crushed to your chest not long after that. You don't need to ask, Spencer doesn't need to answer. He can't give you everything that you want, but he can give you a quiet, comfortable night next to someone who loves you. 

Ever well-tempered, you slip into the sheets beside him and curl up toward him, your fingertips brushing his side. You don't look at him in the dark, but you mumble sleepily, fingers twitching, "Night, Spence." 

You're out like a light. 

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