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mimikiplovesgaming · 3 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY STAR!!!

@startistdoodles happy birthday you sweet bean of an angel!! Enjoy so much cake and love! 💖🩷🩵💚💜🧡🩷❤️🎉🎉🎉

It's been a while since we've seen our ink baby Wanderer, so why not puffball-ify her? Put her with Mochi and they'd be best friends ^w^

#my art #StartistDoodles #birfday gift #wanderer #happy birthday fren!!!!#ilysm!!#i shall soon join you in age 15 days later lmao

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rockbottomwithashovel · 2 months

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY

Ily bestie!!! How are you?

#rock rambles #Asks #moots <333 #Ilysm!!

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seijorhi · 2 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! I hope this year is your best year ever!!!

I am smooching each and every last one of you precious people <33

#ilysm!!#thank you guys!!#rhi answers

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tunastime · 1 year

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Cream of Turkey and Wild Rice, by VintageBeef

this is a gift for our lovely 🍂 anon, of whom i learned was their birthday today! i learned this yesterday. from laurie. thanks laurie. anyway—i hope you enjoy!

(1886 words)

(read it on ao3!)

Etho huffs out a warm breath and he can see it in the air in front of him. There’s a blanket of frost covering nearly every surface of the spruce forest he’s found himself in. The snow in the banks below is knee deep, and it covers the top half of the trees above him. Wedging the last of the brown mushrooms free from the coarse, gravely dirt below him, Etho stands. He brushes falling snow from his shoulders, pulls his hood a little further over his head. Luckily, his face is covered by a patchwork-colored scarf, tucked around his head and ears, a warm barrier between the cold and him. Bdubs insisted on it—it still smells like the pine tar soap he used to wash it.

Trekking out of the treeline, Etho makes his way back through the packed snow, careful not to punch his boots through anything loose. The bag on his hip is full of brown mushrooms and wild onion, the few bits of wild garlic he was able to find, chicken of the woods, bundles of pine straw for kindling. He marches back through the snow, reaching a ridge where he slides down, onto frost and dirt, rather than more snow. In the distance, over the patchy field and hills, he can see the monolith. The sun’s still 3/4ths of the way through the sky, with a bleak, white cast through the clouds.

The monolith is a warm shape against the horizon, despite it being stone. Maybe it’s the off-white shade of aged and weathered diorite, the flecks of other minerals intermixed. It fills his chest with something just as warm as the idea of stepping into the foyer of the house. He crests another hill and tries not to crush viola or primrose under his boots. The field along the edge of the birch forest usually hosts lily of the valley and tulip and daisy, but the snow’s all but snuffled them for now. In the spring, Bdubs’ll want to plant more. But for now, he points out the purple flowers every time he passes, and Etho stops to look.

Finally rounding the backside of the monolith, Etho stops at the threshold of the front door. He knocks the snow from the bottom of his boots, shakes it from the hood of his jacket, and pushes open the door.

He was right. The warmth floods him almost immediately, sinking into his bones.He unwinds his scarf, feeling the warm, dry air hit his face. No mask–the scarf had been enough as is. Plus it’s only Bdubs here, right now. He shrugs off his jacket, hanging it on the rack. His bag stays on the floor until he’s unlaced his boots enough to toe them off. As he does, he calls up to Bdubs.

“Bdubs?” he says.

“Etho?” Bdubs’ voice carries down the stairs. “I’m in the kitchen!”

“The kitchen?” Etho repeats. He cocks his head to the side, as if Bdubs can see it.

“Yeah!”

Etho snorts.

“Why?”

Bdubs sounds a bit defensive when he replies. Etho starts up the winding stairs, tracing the banister with his hand that isn’t supporting the bag.

“What’s it to you?” Bdubs says.

“What’cha makin’?” Etho asks as he pauses at a threshold. “Smells good.”

“Well come up and see!” Bdubs taunts. Etho rolls his eyes.

“Okay!” he calls up. Then, quieter, to himself, laughing a little. “Okay…”

He winds his way up the stairs, following the curve, until he meets the shrouded kitchen. He pushes past a particularly friendly vine and into the kitchen. Bdubs is standing at the stove, brow furrowed over a large pot on the burner. It smells fantastic. Onion. Chicken. Some other spice he can’t place. He sets his bag on the counter, rubbing his hands together to warm them.

“Hey, stranger,” he says. Bdubs turns. His face lights up all at once, softening as he sees Etho. Etho pretends like a pang of longing doesn’t stab through his chest. He laughs it away. Bdubs sets the spoon in the soup.

“Hey, you,” he says, smiling as he wanders over. Etho’s smiling, too, eyes crinkled at the corners.

“‘S cold out there,” he jokes. Bdubs snorts.

“Don’t I know it, sweetheart. C’mere—”

Etho draws himself closer to Bdubs. Bdubs’ hands come up to cradle his face, slotting around his jaw. Etho’s hand falls to Bdubs’ hip, the other gracing the back of his head. Etho leans down to kiss him. Just once, rather quickly. But he stays when they pull back and smiles at him and scrunches up his nose.

“Hiya, B.”

Bdubs laughs. He pulls away, patting Etho’s cheek.

“Hey,” he laughs, drifting back to the stove, but not without his hand around Etho’s wrist, pulling him with him.

“So,” Etho says, peering over his shoulder at the pot. He swears his stomach grumbles. “What’re you makin’?”

“Hm? Oh, it’s Beef’s recipe—” he gestures to an open cookbook next to the stove. The pages have all been handwritten, handbound by Etho and Bdubs themselves. Some of the older pages are starting to come unsewn, and they’re clipped in with pins and paperclips. Etho glances over.

“It’s not his pumpkin soup he stole from me, is it?” He reads it over, just a cursory glance. Carrots, onion, oil, celery–it’s not, not that he knows of, unless it’s changed that dramatically.

“No, no,” Bdubs shakes his head. “It’s chicken and manoomin.”

“Oh—” Etho blinks. He has a memory of sitting in a clear patch of snow, canvas tarp pulled taut next to a tree. Pause is sitting next to him by the fire. Beef is asleep under the tarp, burrowed in his bedroll. Pause is writing on the back of a scrap of paper, spoon in one hand. He waves it a little.

“What’s in it?” He asks. “Chicken, milk, that wild rice we found…”

Etho hums. “Broth.”

“Well duh, Etho—”

“Onion and parsley,” says Beef, voice heavy with sleep.

Etho snorts. He leans his head on Bdubs’ shoulder.

“I remember this one.”

Bdubs shrugs. Etho’s head moves with him. Bdubs turns his head and his nose bump’s Etho’s cheek. He laughs a little, especially when Etho leans into him and buries his face in his shoulder. His arms coil around his ribs. Bdubs leans back into him reflexively.

“I knew you would,” he says, patting Etho’s hands around his sternum. “That’s why I made it.”

Etho laughs against his shoulder.

“Ah, you caught me,” he says. Bdubs laughs, too.

“Get the kettle down before you get comfy, okay?” He gestures to the cabinet with his spoon. “I want a cup of hot chocolate ready before I go anywhere with you while the soup finishes.”

“With me?” Etho says, lifting his head. He unclasps his hands as Bdubs beckons him forward to try the soup. Let me know what it needs, it says. It’s good—more flavor than Beef ever put into it. He wonders if it’s sauteing the onion that helps? More salt and pepper than Beef would use? He hums, frowning.

“Yeah,” Bdubs says, not about the soup, but to answer Etho. “I always figure you have some idea in your head.”

Etho snorts. “It needs more parsley. It’s missing the base flavor.”

Bdubs nods, eyebrows raising.

“Snowball fight?” Etho says, after a beat. He’s moved to fetch the kettle, filling it in the sink. He sets it on the stove-top and makes sure the burner isn’t on. He’ll put it on when they come back, himself triumphant, and Bdubs covered in snow.

“Of course you would–” Bdubs snorts. “Yeah, yeah, alright.”

Etho watches him untie his apron and set the ladle next to the soup. When he meets Etho’s eye, he grins, then shoos him off down the stairs. Etho bolts—he can’t help the excitement that’s just decided to chug through his veins. He skips a few steps, but he makes sure Bdubs is following him as he trails down.

He’s halfway to putting his coat on when Bdubs finally gets down. Bdubs moves around him, pulling on his coat, lacing his boots. He steals Etho’s colored scarf, twisting it around his neck, before he finds another, and motions to Etho to lean down to wrap it. He tucks it around his nose and mouth. Effectively masked.

Etho smiles at him from under it. Bdubs takes his hand. And now he’s pulling them out the door and into the backyard of the Monolith, where the snow cover is a bit thicker. He leaves him for a moment to trail a few steps away, so that his vantage point is better. He’s making sure not to step on any flowers peeking through the snow when—smack.

Snow falls down his open collar. He yelps.

Bdubs is laughing.

“Bdubs!” he gasps in mock offense. Bdubs snorts.

“Gotcha!”

Etho gapes at him. Then he leans over, packs a snowball, and chucks it. It whizzes by Bdubs head. Damn it!

Bdubs yelps in glee.

He’s packing another one. So is Bdubs. Bdubs throws and misses him by a long-shot. Etho throws and just barely clips his shoulder. He sprints side to side, trying to get him to miss. Bdubs is giggling like nothing in the world could be better.

They keep missing. Nothing’s really colliding aside from the one Bdubs managed to smack into the back of his head. They keep ducking at the opportune time. Etho’s fingers are pink with cold, starting to stiffen as he rolls another snowball in his hands. He peers with his good eye, tongue caught between his teeth, aims, and throws.

It hits Bdubs smack in the chest, enough to catch him off-guard at the least, before Etho dissolves into laughter. Bdubs falls over backward, dramatically, as the snowball hits him, falling into the half packed snow with an oof.

“Etho!” he drawls, his complaint full in his voice. Etho giggles.

Bdubs pulls him down. He flails, swinging his arms and legs out before he collapses next to him, nearly face first into the snow bank. Bdubs cackles, swatting at him as Etho’s arm and leg pin him in place. He sounds like he can barely breathe.

“Etho!”

“Bdubs!” Etho says, incredulous and out of breath. He’s laughing, too, unable to unstick himself from his wedged place next to him. Bdubs thwaps the back of his head.

“Ow!”

“That’s what you get,” Bdubs says, but his expression softens as Etho weasels his way up to kiss his cheek.

“Sorry, B,” he says, apology dripping with triumph.

Bdubs snorts. Then he kisses him, still covered in snow. His lips are cold.

He lies there for a moment, still pinning Bdubs into the snow, when Bdubs shivers, and Etho feels the snow in the back of his hood start to melt down his neck. Ick.

“Can we go eat soup, now?” he asks, mostly into Bdubs’ cheek.

“Only if you help me up,” Bdubs complains, whacking his shoulder. Etho giggles.

He does. And he helps him knock the snow off his shoes, and he helps stick paper into them so they dry, and he helps finish the soup (and definitely doesn’t taste it again), and he sits across from Bdubs at the table, his heart full to bursting.

There’s still snow in his hair. He decides he doesn’t care.

#ethubs #ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #hermitshipping #hermitcraft fic #hermitcraft #fics #text #mcyt #mcyt fic #its christmas ok #well its winter but still #i get to have dreams of winter < lives where it doesn't snow #i just think that soup and snowball fights have a very special place in my heart #bc i have done them just not in a long time #also if you guys want the soup recipe.. lmk..#ANYWAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEAF #ILYSM!!#🍂 anon

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pebiejeebies · 6 months

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LITTOL SPOILER OF WHY IVE BEEN SORTA QUIET FOR A WHILE…….

I.. am uh making.. obbbject show… sorta.. kinda. Yyyeah…

if your interested, you could always uhm

like this post so I can tag you when I finish posting the main thing-y?

yeah I am aLOT More awkward huh

fuck,,

HAVE A GREAT DAY!!!!

#I still need a name for this damn object show #ughhh #if uve got ideas #I’d like to hear them!!#/srs!#I need help #all the help I can get actually #thank you for wasting ur time!!#bye <33 #ilysm!!#pb speaks

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greg-montgomery · 9 months

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i just wanted to tell you that this line in your route 66 inspired fic made me immediately sob

“You haven’t,” you said and the realization broke your heart. “I miss you.”

bc i love him so bad!!! and he’s not real so he never changes. like season to season he does, but his character overall hasn’t grown anymore bc he’s not reallllllll 😭

IT BREAKS MY HEART!!!!

we can see thomas gibson growing so we can kind of imagine but…aaron :( aaron will always stay the same 😔 we won’t see him grow old, we won’t see him as jack grows up :(( we won’t see him as he gets gray :( he’s frozen in time :(

#i was nervous to post this bc i wrote it from that perspective: him as a fictional character #and i’m so glad you also relate to this feeling and i’m not alone 😭😭💗#ilysm!!#ask #hotch 🪐#honeybrowne <3

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katebeckets · 1 day

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🔐🍌🌝🌚

girl you always see me and i just 😭 💜

🔐 something no one would guess about you oooh you're picking hard ones 💀 i mean i have some really depressing answers but i won't do that to you 😂

oh! that i've never been good at wrapping things! (I've gotten a lot better but based on everything i do, i.e. using literal wax seals and pointed pen and shit, you'd think I'd be good at that)

🍌 what is one talent you wish you had my answer is usually singing/acting/dancing/etc. because I do daydream sometimes about doing musicals and performing and getting to connect with all the artists I love so much in that way.

🌝 a show you would recommend to anyone i recommend Timeless to pretty much everyone, and I think I choose that because the premise is something I would absolutely say "nope" to (I've been a fan of Abigail Spencer since before it started, which is why I watched) but it's one of my all-time faves.

🌚 a show you’d tell people to stay away from I had a thought recently that reminded me of 13 Reasons Why, which is probably why that was the first show I thought of for this question.

send me a "get to know me" emoji!

#1989tv #ilysm!!#answered

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theoneandonly-02 · 9 months

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A little something I did for my friend/Co worker.

She's amazing and I love and adore her. She geeked out with me today at work about #tfp and I couldn't contain my happiness. I drew her with ratchet, because she deserves it. I am currently taking commissions. This piece obviously isn't fully rendered or even the extent of what I can do! But feel free to ask me (inbox or dm!) for something!

#tfp #transformersprime

#my artwork #tfp ratchet #tfp #transformers prime #ilysm!!

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pascalpvnk · 2 months

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers 💗

Hello Em!! Thank you for sending this 🥹

this silly little site

sweaters

60°F and sunny skies

a cutesy little tote bag

candles

#ilysm!!#mailbox #mooties <3 #em <3

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sebsxphia · 2 years

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Bob with a florist/flower shop owner!!

You would always bring back bouquets from work, which means your house would always be filled with flowers! If you’re not living together yet, you would always leave fresh flowers for him to find.

In the future, your house would definitely have a garden and Bob would help you take care of it!

Whenever someone from the team comes back from deployment or celebrates something, you’d bring them beautiful arrangements ! 💐

I think Bob would also learn the language of flowers to be able to give you meaningful gifts!

- 🦇

aaaaaaah is this not the fucking dream dear 🦇 anon!!! how did you screenshot my brain like that 🥹

bob would be so willing to learn new things that were important to you, just like learning a new language. you’re the love of his life, therefore anything you love in your life, he wants to love too. he also in turn would call you his “sunflower” or his “pretty little flower.”

i love this so so so much omg, thank you so much dear 🦇 anon!!! 💌

#💌you’ve got mail #🦇 anon #💐 these are for you #ilysm!!#bob floyd x y/n #robert bob floyd x you #bob floyd x you #robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader

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bottlecapsandotherthings · 3 months

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Also!

I am updating my pinned post (making a whole new one) because my interests have expanded, I have joined new fandoms, and I just feel like I need to! So, yeah! Look out for that! I love you guys so much!

#beloved moots #ilysm!!#new pinned post #<3333

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yumejo · 4 months

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I loveyou madayu im #1 madayu fan forever

I WOULD DIE FOR YOU 🥰🫶💕

#out of the daydream #ilysm!!

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hyuuning · 4 months

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about me <33

my name is libby~ i am 20yrs old (03 liner) i am a hyuka ult + they all bias wreck me ^^ this blog is dedicated to txt bc i love them sm hehe :) i write smut + fluff ! ilysm !!!

#about me #txt #soobin #yeonjun #beomgyu #taehyun #hueningkai #<3 #ilysm!!

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leonsliga · 1 year

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every day i wake up to you thirsting over leon on main, you go girl!! 🤪

(thank you for the endless leon content on my dash recently, bri 🤭)

Ice PLEASEEE 😂 it’s exactly 1:52 AM here, why are you exposing me like this? 😭 just kidding, I’m literally giggling like an idiot and rolling around in my bed as I read this. Look, I don’t know what it is. I think Leon’s tits just have this Pavlovian effect on me; I see them and I just spontaneously start drooling. What’s a girl to do?

I mean COME ONNN

I realize the images below aren’t focused on his titties but FFS LOOK AT HIM

Nah but fr, I don’t know what happened. I’d like to think my account had some semblance of structure before I encountered this Greek god of a man. I woke up one day, saw Leon’s luscious curls (RIP to them btw…forever in our hearts) and his bubble boobs and I just lost the ability to be normal. Now all this blog is is a powder keg full of hormones and pure concentrated thirst. I swear I was planning on doing uni work today but then I ✨magically✨ wound up on tiktok for three hours straight just watching him be annoying (affectionate). No clue how that happened 🤷‍♀️

Which reminds me—have a collection of Leon tiktoks for absolutely no reason other than for pure serotonin (some of them are in German, and I’ll be real with you, I barely know any German, but what I can tell you is that you don’t need to know the language for these to make you smile):

First up, of course, we have Leon being his usually dorky hipster self:

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYBtHLBN/

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYBtMEYx/

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYBtRfVR/

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYBtAjDv/

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYBtdSnv/

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYBnecaf/

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYBtnqeq/

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYBtPp9W/

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYBn6Gbo/

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYBnRrdA/

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYBnU95h/