#Precious Idiots!

[yuushin7]

My contribution to the SpyFam brainrot! Afternoon nap with Forgers 💚

#spy x family #spy family #loid forger #yor forger #yor briar #twiyor #anya forger #bond forger #wholesome #cute #found family #precious #adorkable #love them #loidyor #afternoon nap #napp time #the forgers #idiots in love #thorn princess #agent twilight

[beaulesbian]

One Piece ep. 202 || "Why can’t you ever rescue us normally?!"

#one piece #onepieceedit #opgraphics #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #zolu #straw hat crew #strawhat pirates #nami #sanji #usopp #tony tony chopper #this filler ep was rlly funny rlly good zolu moments :) #precious idiots (affectionate)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 186

Ghosts are dragons. 

No, really, Danny swears. Sure they might sometimes take a more humanoid form to interact with the living world, but the default shape for each of them is a dragon. Or their world’s equivalent, since there’s also not just human-ghosts which wow was he giddy when he met his first alien. 

But yeah, ghosts were dragons. 

Which meant he was in fact a dragon. Or at least half a dragon. Which over time started having a bit of an effect on how his human form started to look too. Which he would be worried about except for the fact that everyone else in Amity was starting to look the same. 

So he should probably be concerned about ecto contamination but there’s this happy rumbling in his core next to his Obsession and Hoard bonds. Honestly, what could go wrong? They’re all used to property damage thanks to wrestling getting out of hand. They can retreat to the Zone if there’s a big danger approaching the city. 

And really, what wants to mess with a city full of dragons and those slowly turning into dragons huh? 

…

Well he stands corrected, apparently the GIW and whoever else they’ve brought in are in fact that stupid. Alright guys, let’s try Not to squish people. 

#Prompts #Ghosts are Dragons Au #dcxdp #dpxdc #GIW: There is an entire city being overtaken by creatures help #Amity Park: Oh it’s these assholes again who wants to yeet them out first #All of Amity are down for tossing out the GIW and whoever they happen to bring with them #They also just enjoy a good tussle thanks to all the ecto-contamination #Everyone who is not part of the Fraid is not welcome #Like damn if you’re coming into the city then at least don’t do it with the idiots in white who everyone hates #Everyone has their own obsessions but they can all agree that the city is their shared Area #Their houses are their Lairs where they keep their precious things like stuff for their obsessions & family

[bird-inacage]

Only Friends EP7 BTS | Pass out but make it Y2K✌️

This had me in absolute stitches. Our two acting powerhouses ladies and gentlemen!

#only friends #only friends the series #only friends BTS #ofts #ray x sand #sand x ray #raysan #sanray #khaofirst #firstkhao #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #my precious IDIOTS #this was so friggin stupid i died #p'jo: yea no we're not doing that #just picturing ray in the car like that had me rollin' #people say khao tends to be fairly introverted but i love the fact he's so silly when he's with his bestie

[hitlikehammers]

safe under you

rating: t ♥️ cw: criminal-levels of softness ♥️ tags: established relationship, rockstar husbands, writing vows, soul-deep love, slice of life, softness

for @steddielovemonth day nineteen: Love is the comfort of quiet moments  (@tboygareth)

the rockstar husbands are back on their soft-sleepy-romantic bullshit idk ♥️ maybe I'll get around to writing the ACTUAL VOWS next time

“You’re so quiet.”

Which meant Eddie should have heard his husband approaching but: as it stands he really, really didn’t, and he jumps hard when Steve whispers from behind his shoulder over the back of the couch.

Steve laughs at the glare Eddie shoots him—a half-hearted one at best but there—as he reaches to start rubbing at the crook of his neck, up and down on either side and the glaring goes away instantly because: Steve Harrington?

Has magical hands.

“Whatcha doing?” he murmurs close to Eddie’s ear and Eddie hums a little as he gathers himself from going immediately-boneless under Steve’s touch, the kneading of his palm against Eddie’s strained muscles because he’s been down here…not too long, he doesn’t think. They’d gone to bed together at normal time, and he’d fallen asleep, too; he’d just been restless when he woke up, and knew it was the kind of thing he wouldn’t get more rest out of unless he did something about it, so he’d kissed Steve’s head and rolled out of bed, regretful for it but hopeful, too, that if he gave in to the nagging at the back of his head, he’d quiet it enough to be able to slip back in next to his beloved, and lean against the mattress just so, so that Steve’s arms could curl around him as they always did: soft and sweet and waiting to hold him.

Eddie just hasn’t…managed to get there, yet.

“Writing,” Eddie sighs, and then whines a little as Steve’s hands leave their place on his shoulders, and he turns to look because where’s Steve going, Steve shouldn’t go anywhere, Steve should stay right—

Here.

And look at that: Steve’s plopping himself down on the sofa next to Eddie, a little too far but then he’s scooting further, and Eddie opens his mouth to protest but then Steve’s dropping down, draping his body over Eddie’s lap and laying against him, looking up at him with still-half-sleepy eyes and just…

He’s just so fucking beautiful, y’know?

“You’re never quiet when you’re writing,” Steve says, head tilted up, eyes closed as he leans back against the armrest where Eddie’s got his notebook, his face so soft. His mouth so soft—

“Campaign, you mumble to yourself,” Steve continues on, his voice syrupy, still only half-committed to waking; “lyrics, you hum if you don’t have a guitar,” and then he reaches down toward Eddie’s knee and taps rhythmic there:

“And you drum your fingers,” and Steve smiles as his fingers dance for a few languid moments before he eases his lashes open and meets Eddie’s gaze, because Eddie’s gaze has been on his since he settled in his lap.

Because: duh.

“Looks like it’s hard, too,” Steve sucks his lower lip between his teeth, face still soft but mouth quirked just a little downward, still a little dream-soaked and Eddie love that part, but: never the downturn of that mouth.

“Hmm?” Eddie rumbles low so Steve’ll maybe feel it a little where he’s pressed; the little hazy giggle Steve lets out as he nuzzles into Eddie’s middle just that tiny bit: he felt.

Eddie likes to think he’s never been so in love, but he doesn’t…he doesn’t believe he’s ever not loved Steve with all of his everything.

He’s just wholly convinced that his everything grows with ever moment beside this man, every heartbeat lived together: it stretches him wider, broader every day for the singular purpose of holding the all of his love ever-bigger.

“Whatever you’re working on,” Steve murmurs, just short of sleep-slurred; “you’ve got this,” and he reaches, bats a little around Eddie’s face before he lands between his eyebrows and smooths the skin there which, okay, fine, had been all wrinkled-up.

“Means you’re concentrating too hard,” Steve comments sagely, patting Eddie’s cheek a little blind as he settles wholly back in Eddie’s lap.

“This happens to be very important,” Eddie counters with a tiny flick to Steve’s ear, which is met with a little squeak that warms his insides so delicate, so thorough and full.

“Doubtful,” Steve manages to scoff, like he’s tipping closer to wakefulness but not there yet; “not important enough to make you,” and Steve’s the one flicking now, light at Eddie’s forearm in emphasis:

“Quiet and frowny.”

He’s so…he’s fucking edible he’s so adorable, that’s what he is—Jesus.

“Not frowny,” Eddie lets a little at Steve’s hair, all tousled from the bed; “invested.”

Steve purses his lips and tries—fails, but tries—to peek at the notebook on level with his temple.

“What’s got you so invested, then?” he finally gives up trying to turn and read where Eddie’s hasn’t even bothered trying to hide, not least because there is nothing there, and just asks. And Eddie could dodge it. Steve would respect it if he did.

But he…he doesn’t. Generally speaking he doesn’t hide anything from Steve. Big or small. Their life is a shared thing from top to bottom and Eddie loves that about them so fucking fierce, so. He just sighs and admit it.

“My vows.”

Because that’s what’s been keeping him up, that’s what drove him out of the soft joy of their bed, that’s what amounted to scribbles and cross-outs alone on the page in front of him and it should be this hard, Eddie’s a decent enough lyricist, not to mention most of his songs all this time are for, or inspired by, or just about, generally, all-encompassingly: Steve. It’s always Steve.

Which makes it that much more unbearable that he can’t seem to fucking write his goddamn vows.

Then, though, just then; the most unexpected thing happens. Or starts.

Steve starts shaking against him and there a half-second he’s worried—does it hurt his sweetheart, that he can’t get the words down, does it make him sad, is he cryi—

No.

No: it only takes half-a-second for the anxiety to fade and the sound to register alongside the trembling: Beautiful. Radiant. Still wholly unexpected.

Steve’s laughing.

“That’s silly,” Steve finally tells him, looking up at him with genuine north in his eyes and yes, he’s still a little sleepy-drunk, but the feeling is wholly present and…

Eddie isn’t sure what to do with it—wants to just wrap himself inside it and savor but: his vows…laughable?

Silly?

“What?”

“You’ve already made your vows,” Steve grins up at him, all brightness; “like, three times,” and, okay.

Okay, that’s not exactly wrong, though he could probably try to argue that it was more three proposals’ worth of vows, and are those actually vows, if it’s just a proposal—

“Proposals fucking count,” Steve waves his wrist definitively and…Eddie isn’t sure if he said any of that out loud?

Then: probably wouldn’t make a difference either way. They know each other.

“The first one was legitimately with the twisty-tie from a loaf of Home Pride,” Eddie points out because: because that…that’s probably not as important—

“Mmhmm,” Steve hums, and lifts his left hand: there’s a simple ring on his left hand, pricey for their budget when they’d gathered their family and committed to always in front of them under a temperate Indiana summer’s sky, bonfire and barbecue lively in the background: but that ring wasn’t smooth; it had a long-worn-bare stick of metal wrapped around it and soldered, one that used to be covered in bright paper to stick out against a plastic bread bag:

“I remember well,” and Steve sounds so soft, so blissfully taken in by the memory of that first time Eddie had proposed and, fuck.

Fuck, the butterflies never go away, do they? That effervescent joy stays fresh and vivacious forever.

Thank fuck; he wants no less of this; for them. The love they have deserves no less.

“Still want to melt down the Ring Pop,” Steve says as he plays with his ring; “make it match,” and that’d been the second time: Steve had bought Eddie a ring at a ren faire, and Eddie’d been beside himself to reciprocate, immediately, because Steve deserved no less, and that was how the bum-end of a long-licked Ring Pop came to live eternally on Steve’s keys.

To be eyed for melting into a full-hoop shape for years, now, but Eddie kinda thinks it’s loved and treasured plenty, just as it already is.

“I love you so fucking much,” Steve tells him, apropos of nothing, and that’s…that’s kind of exactly how they work, yeah. They just love.

So fucking much.

Eddie’s pulse kinda skips with it, bounces like pigtails hopscotching along, all unbridled glee. He draws Steve hand to his lips, kisses his knuckles.

“Aren’t you,” Eddie swallows as he lifts his blank notebook and shakes it around a little: “aren’t you stressing over them?”

Because it doesn’t sound like he is, and that’s…sure, they’ve done this before, if not with a license in hand like they will this time. But Steve’s always been more prone to worry over stuff like this. So while Eddie doesn’t want the man he loves to be anxious, he is…kinda wondering, is all.

“Not writing any,” Steve shrugs and lets the motion turn him a little against Eddie’s lap, to look up more straight-on.

“You know I’m not great with words,” Steve tells him simply; “like, planning them out, I’ll fuck it up in the moment and then I’ll just be more flustered.”

And, yeah: okay. That’s a fair point.

Then there’s a hand slipping up his jaw, and crawling his cheek, and turning him down to look at Steve closer:

“Figured I can just look at you, and I’ll,” Steve’s pupils get bigger as he exhales, as he takes in Eddie’s face and beams at him, strokes his cheekbone with his thumb.

“The most important things are always right there,” Steve breathes warm: “so I’ll just say what’s already waiting.”

And shit. The man says he’s bad at words.

“You’re the light of life, Steve Harrington,” Eddie whispers, contorting himself to lean and Steve sees, arches up to press their lips as Eddie mouths against him: “the song in my soul,” and fuck: he means it so many times over he could never count it, could never pin a number to it. It’s too vast.

“See, look at you,” Steve taps his cheek playfully, but so soaked up with love; “you’ve already got all your words, so,” and then he lets his hand slide off Eddie’ face, and he sits up just to grab at Eddie’s legs, swing them up onto the couch and settles himself between them, tugging Eddie from the calves further down until he’s propping himself up by his palms.

“C’mon,” Steve coaxes, and uses his back to ease Eddie down and: oh. Oh, he wants them laid out on the cushions.

And well: Eddie could, would, will only ever oblige, if the question is do you want to lay down with your husband thrice-almost-four-times-over?

Because again: duh. If they were really in the market for silly ideas.

Steve sighs so happily, so airy and bright even as Eddie reaches to flick the light off, and wraps his arms to rest around Steve, sure and close where he holds him to his chest, folds him in where he already nuzzles deeper and:

It’s how safe my heart feels under the weight of your head.

Well, fuck him.

Maybe he does know his vows already.

tag list (comment to be added): @pearynice @hbyrde36 @slashify @finntheehumaneater @wxrmland @dreamwatch @perseus-notjackson

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fluff #established relationship #established steddie #rockstar eddie munson #teacher steve harrington #domestic fluff #or rather more: domestic LOVE #married steddie #idiots in love #slice of life #rockstar husbands #writing vows #so WHAT if it's for your fourth wedding they are all equally profound and significance excuse YOU #sleepy!steve is so precious #criminal levels of softness #steddielovemonth #love is the comfort of quiet moments #these two boys have probably been together for ✨DECADES✨ at this point and it FUCKING SHOWS #old married couple!steddie #stranger things

[nightgoodomens]

Someone: Look at Crowley, the fallen, the demon, the serpent, he shall bring doom to us all…

Aziraphale: 🥹

#he loves his precious baby #good omens #crowley #ineffable fandom #good ineffable omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #ineffable dumbasses #ineffable idiots #ineffable lovers #aziraphale #aziracrow

[jade-doodles-questionmark]

I’m done w the archon quest, no spoilers in this art but I just desperately need to see these three playing DND together

#genshin impact #furina #navia #clorinde #I LOVE FURINA SO MUCH #SHES SUCH AN IDIOT BUT SHES SO ENDEARING AND PRECIOUS #IVE ADOPTED FURINA AS DOTTER NUMBER 2 NOW #dotter number 1 ofc is shenhe #WAAAAAA FURINA U PRECIOUS LIL BABY

[morningnoodles]

trollshaw thorin doodles

#that scene is very near and dear to my heart i keep going back at the frames in them #idiot thorin is so precious to me please #thorin oakenshield #the hobbit fanart #my art ☆ #sketch

[condurel]

He’s been a very good void.

Even voids need their appointed cuddle time.

An sometimes the cuddle is so good that your Eldritch Horror side begins to slip.

Oops.

#dreamling #the sandman fanart #dream of the endless #morpheus #hob gadling #robert gadling #Fanart #my artwork #artists on tumblr #art #ship #The Sandman #they are precious #idiots in love

[coolpointsetta]

the moment roy knew he was going to marry jamie wasn’t the typical, romantic moment one might expect. it wasn’t in the kitchen, slow dancing on a lazy sunday and it wasn’t watching him play princesses and dragons with phoebe.

now, make no mistake, these can definitely be moments roy knew he picked the right person, knew that he loved jamie more than anything in the world, but the moment he knew he was going to marry him was different.

roy’s body has started naturally waking him up at 3:30 in the morning. years and years of training have taken away his ability to sleep in. but he’s used to it, it’s fine. he adjusts to go to bed earlier to get the necessary amount of sleep and doesn’t think twice about it.

jamie thinks twice about it many times; he has never, ever been a fan of it. he is not a morning person, that has been very clear from the moment they started this shit.

not the relationship shit, because that’s very lovely, but the extra workout shit. jamie will kick and scream and throw a temper tantrum until roy gives him a look and a firm order to kick his ass in gear, to which jamie will suddenly act like he has never complained about anything in his life. roy will look to the sky and curse the deity responsible for pairing him and jamie together, intertwining their souls. (and then he says thank you, a thousand times over)

the routine is always the same: the alarm goes off (roy is usually awake a few minutes before anyway), roy jumps out of bed to eat his prepared breakfast while jamie holds onto the last few minutes of sleep he can steal before roy is flicking his forehead to wake him the fuck up. jamie complains, roy tells him what they’re working on today, jamie gets the fuck up.

rinse and repeat, day in and day out.

but one day. the alarm goes off, and it’s not roy’s hand that reaches over the press the off button.

“come on, old man! rise and fuckin’ shine!” jamie is yelling, jumping around and punching the fucking air like he’s a boxer. roy looks up at him, utterly bewildered and confused, and jamie just keeps doing his thing.

“what are you doing?” roy demands, voice thick with sleep. he blinks once, twice just to make sure he’s not dreaming. he punches himself for good measure, too.

but jamie remains. fully dressed up and ready to go as if he’s been up for hours.

“we’re losing precious time, royo! up and at ‘em!” jamie hounds him again, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips before he’s practically throwing himself down the stairs to eat breakfast.

roy doesn’t know what to say. he doesn’t know what to think.

roy does know how he feels and that is that he is completely, totally in love with jamie. and he wants to spend the rest of his life with the young idiot, even if jamie does nothing but raise his blood pressure and turn his hair gray.

roy sighs, pulling himself out of bed when he hears jamie singing one of the damn barbie movie songs as he prepares breakfast.

yup. not only is roy totally in love with this fool and wants to spend forever with him, but he’s going to put a ring on that finger and make damn sure it happens.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #royjamie #roy x jamie #own post #they’re such fools #they’re idiots your honor #but they’re my precious babies

[misakarose]

T R I G U N || Vash the Stampede    ↳ episode 01 ✧ the $$60,000,000,000.00 man

#trigun #trigun 98 #trigunedit #vash the stampede #dailyanime #fyanimegifs #anisource #trigunsource #*mine #*trigun #*gifs #reposting since I deleted the original like an idiot :) #please like/reblog this one Dx #vasheps #my precious gunslinger bby

[naanima]

There is something fucking amazing about Marc Andre Fleury yeeting/flipping TWO number one drafts in one game, seemingly with MINIMUM effort.

Flower, who was a former NUMBER ONE pick of 2003 by the Pittsburgh Penguins did that.

Twenty years later and Flower is flipping generational talent Connor Bedard (2023 #1 draft). And upending veteran Taylor Hall (2010 #1 draft).

Flower played with generational talent Sidney Crosby for over a decade, he can yeet you kids. Old man Flower kicking ass & taking names. LOLs.

#marc andre fleury #minnesota wild #taylor hall #connor bedard #hockey #All hockey players are idiots & assholes #Goalie love #Goalies are precious & weird #Protect your goalie #cackling

[ndostairlyrium]

Wing-it commission for @shivunin of beloved Maria and Resident Grump™ Fenris 💛

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Commissions Price List & TOS

#commissioned #shivunin #hawke #maria hawke #fenris #fenhawke #i've been smiling like an idiot throughout the whole process #they're so precious omg

[ilsaethan]

that one time tom crashed rebecca's interview

#rfergusonedit #tcruiseedit #tom cruise #rebecca ferguson #*mine #tom/rebecca #the fact she reacts so late #it literally takes for him to touch her #to realize what's happening #also #her hand wrapping around his wrist #:') <3 #they're so precious #i love these idiots

[moonahsrobin]

the only man ever

#bbc ghosts #six idiots #them there #ben willbond #the captain #my boyyyy #look at his cute little face #he’s so precious

[elegantwoes]

It’s funny how Criston’s line about how every woman should be treated like the mother is used as an example of how he’s a misogynist who has a Madonna/Whore complex when the topic of the conversation between him and Aemond is the red light district and sex workers. Criston includes them in his label of respectable women. How on earth can he believe in the Madonna/Whore dichotomy when he says treat prostitutes like the mother? If anything he obliterates the dichotomy. This line of Criston is arguably one of the most progressive thing any HOTD character said. Heck even ASOIAF too. The only other character who shows any care towards sex workers is Brienne of Tarth. To be the only one that can be compared to Brienne in this situation is impressive as fuck. And I will not stop reminding this fandom of that.

#hotd #criston cole #your irrational hatred for Criston is blinding you idiots #and frankly it’s disturbing and very telling #so what if he hates your precious Rhaenyra? #your fave has treated him horrifically #even if we ignored the fact Rhaenyra has coerced him into sex (and we shouldn’t. she literally raoed him) she also pushed him #to the brink of suicide #this alone warrants his ‘treat every woman except for Rhaenyra with thé upmost respect’ philosophy