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just-just-gyllenhaal · 2 days

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Previously Unpublished Photos

Max Vadukul-Sea Wall-A Life Photoshoot(2019) pics...

#Max Vadukul-Sea Wall-A Life Photoshoot(2019)#tom sturridge #jacob benjamin gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal #jacob gyllenhaal #fluffy boy post #fluffy #fluffy beard #love his fluffy beard

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abutteredspoon · 5 months

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I'm calling you out lmao

I fucking burst out laughing at this reblog and HAD to draw it

#fan art #art #drawing #slay the princess #stp #the long quiet #long quiet #fluffy boi #bird boy #im making a call out post on my tumblr dot com

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illufinch · 3 months

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#da boys!!#sorry if this posts 3 times i tried it twice on mobile and mobile said not today gurl #big fluffy cat is cinnamon black cat is tyler #its almost cinnamons bday! he will be 12!#or 13? one of those

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drizztdohurtin · 1 month

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Rolan's First Day As a Father (blurb)

pairing: Rolan x afab!reader ("she", "her", "wife" used)

Okay, I wrote this in the "Rolan: fatherhood" headcanons but erm.... it got really long and turned into a blurb, so I'm releasing it separately so that I can add more actual headcanons to the post (I love when my own thoughts make my stomach hurt)

〚 Masterlist | WIP List 〛

Warnings: this is hella angst, and a little comfort, please buckle in

would recommend reading my 'deciding to start a family, and conceiving' post before continuing

His attention had been only on you, a never-ending string of loving encouragement falling from his lips as you labored to deliver your baby; your strength and persistence only fueling his own, not allowing the anguish he felt from seeing you in so much pain to get the better of him.

The second he hears those first big cries when your baby is finally born, every single cell in his body is flooded with the parental bond he had been so utterly desperate to feel while you were pregnant. He focuses his attention on helping you get a little more comfortable now that the hardest part is over, praising you for how incredible you did as the doctor and cleric checked over you and your baby.

Rolan looks up with wide eyes to see the cleric carefully handing the newborn to you; a weary but thrilled laugh leaving your mouth upon seeing his beautiful red skin and adorable little tail for the first time.

Rolan goes motionless, staring at you cradling your newborn through the tears beginning to trickle into his vision. Time slowed as the overwhelming waves of love crashed into him - every single fear that he had while you were pregnant going out of the window, never to return again. He hadn't even held his baby and yet he already knew that if he had to take an ice knife to the chest every second of every day until his last day to protect him, he would in a heartbeat.

That night while you slept, he'd sit and rock his newborn, eyes full of adoration, tracing over every one of his features as he slept peacefully in his arms - trying to commit the image of his son to memory as if he'd never see him again.

He eventually works up the courage to gently graze the pad of his thumb over the baby's delicate features that mirrored his own: the light red skin, the bright yellow eyes, the black nails, the long pointed ears, and the tiny ridged tail that was barely the length of his own hand - wondering if his horns would be black like his, too.

If anyone had been watching Rolan at that moment, they'd see an expression of deep contentment and affection gracing his features as he traced his son's face - but then they'd see his smile fade, his eyes widen, and his lip begin to quiver as he fights back tears.

They'd watch as Rolan realized: this was the same sight his own parents had seen before they abandoned him.

When Rolan looked down at his baby boy, he saw the most perfect being in the world, the ultimate testament of your love, a blessing from the Gods that he did not believe he deserved.

And tears began to fall from his eyes as he tried to imagine it.

He tried to imagine watching the person he loved most in the world carry his child for months, laboring every day and night to create their son out of nothing.

He tried to imagine watching you go through hours of pain - pain that would bring even the strongest to their knees in surrender - to give birth to their son.

And then he tried to imagine looking down at his child and seeing anything but perfection.

He tried to feel hatred and disgust for the very being that he'd burn cities to the ground to protect

He tried to feel anything but unconditional love for the perfect angel that you had gone through so much pain to create.

And, obviously, he couldn't.

His head started spinning with emotions - the fire of his anger and pain being doused by the tranquility of his love and adoration for the tiny tiefling in his arms. He did his best to wipe his face without disturbing the sleeping boy in his arms, but it didn't work.

The bittersweet cries rang through his ears, momentarily erasing his own troubles, consumed by the singular desire to provide comfort - offering gentle kisses as he drew his son closer to his chest. He allowed himself to soak up the moment, gently leaning his cheek on his son's head as he rocked him back and forth - only realizing once his son's cries diminished that he had been purring.

Rolan had never been fond of that particular part of his lineage - though he had become less self-conscious about it when he had found out how much you loved it years ago. And now, witnessing how his body had instinctively reacted to calm his crying child, he had never been more thankful for it.

He softly pressed his nose and lips to the top of his son's head, giving him more gentle kisses and breathing in the heavenly newborn smell - before pulling away to look at his sweet face once again.

Rolan knew he'd always love him, that there was nothing his child could do that would make him stop loving him - and he promised this to his son in the gentlest whisper he could muster as tiny, bright yellow eyes peered back into his own.

He promised that he'd always keep him safe; that he'd always keep him fed, healthy, and warm.

He promised that he'd always take care of him and heal him when he was hurt.

He promised that he'd never leave him, that he'd never know the pain he felt growing up.

And Rolan took great solace in knowing his son would never feel the pain and abandonment that he felt as a child - in knowing that he would do everything for his son that his parents didn't do for him.

#Y'all ever seen that family guy clip where peter stands up with a broken neck and he's whimpering “ow. ow.. ow”#that was me writing this last night #80% of my dad!rolan thoughts are angsty - but I'm posting this outside of the hcs post so that I can try to include more fluffy stuff #PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU LIKE THIS #my writing #my hcs #baby boy #bg3 #rolan #x reader #angst #comfort #blurb #baldurs gate 3 #imagine #scenario #papa rolan #rolan posting

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somewhereincairparavel · 1 month

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Its canon that Jason and Leo sneak into Chiron 's rec room in the big house, to play Mario Party six on Nintendo switch. And Leo would also program to game to do stupid stuff so they both can win all the time. I have no idea what you will do with this information, but I'm letting you know anyway.

#Source: blood of olympus. YALL THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED IM NOT MAKING THIS UP 😭#it was mentioned while they visited Asclepius to get the physician's cure #when they were trying to get past the statue. Leo said he'd program the statue the same way he programmed the game.#I NEED to draw this #I honestly wanted to post this after I drew it. But it would take a while. And I couldn't help myself #They are both the embodiment of 'boys will be boys'.#In the end. They're just teenagers #I like how it's a personal bro secret between them. Not even Piper knew this.#I love valgrace friendship #Jason is leo's best friend and vice versa #I like these small cute fluffy moments of friendship between them <3 #Valgrace is so tragic omg. They are both platonic soulmates #Im sad #Their dynamic is my Roman Empire #pjo #pjo hoo #pjo series #pjo hoo toa #pjo fandom #heroes of olympus #leo valdez #jason grace #valgrace #piper mclean #percy jackson #annabeth chase #hazel levesque #frank zhang #nico di angelo

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emry-stars-art · 10 months

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For the Royal AU Twinyard backstory... Maybe Andrew, as a second son, was sent away for study? He could have become an apprentice to a knight or a scholar when he was young, maybe even with the Spears, and that's where Bad Shit Happened. And then he could have returned when he became of age, or when their last parent dies and Aaron needs a familiar (ha!) face around

*excited* okay okay this has been brought up a few times now and every time I read it the idea grows on me more, you’re all so smart for it

(I was gonna put the art at the end but this got a lot longer and sadder than I anticipated so. Sometimes Andrew likes to do stuff like this when they’re stuck talking to important boring dignitaries)

(It’s the main reason Aaron develops an incredible poker face)

tws this time are all canon compliant

Honestly yeah! I do think this is great because I want the twins’ father to be around after birth and for a while, because the whole point of Andrew being sent elsewhere is probably so they can give that extra attention to Aaron and raise him as the heir to the throne. So it’s a perfect balance, in my mind, of a family that cares enough to get Andrew an education/proper upbringing and a father that doesn’t care enough to spend time on a second son.

In my head the Spears would be almost always overbearing, partly because Andrew is the prince and they Do Not want to disappoint the royal family and partly because Andrew is the prince and they immediately assume this little five year old they get on their doorstep is going to be a spoiled brat. Even though he isn’t. And, as you may guess, the only thing they turn a blind eye to is Drake. Drake, their own son, probably the real spoiled brat that gets his way in all things, even with the young prince. Faces no consequences, even when Andrew tries to tell someone. It’s probably his governess or nanny at first (either way, it’s not really important what the role is, just that she’s there). And this woman has been Andrew’s biggest advocate since he arrived, she genuinely cares about and is worried for the little prince with his bruises and fear. She cares enough to bring this up to Duke Spear - maybe he really is dumb enough to just be unaware, she hopes - and confront him about Andrew’s treatment. But of course the duke doesn’t do anything to discipline his son. Instead, the governess is fired and a new woman takes her place, a woman that isn’t as outspoken and won’t ever question the authority of the Spear family. Andrew learns soon enough that trying to tell someone or speak out only makes things worse for himself. Sometimes he still wonders where that first governess is, if she’s doing well.

Meanwhile at the castle, Aaron is going through his own rigorous training. A lot of the same stuff as Andrew is learning, honestly, with a few added duties and lessons and a lot more official meetings he attends with King Minyard. It’s a pretty average upbringing for an heir, I think.

Then maybe when Aaron is around the age of ten or so, King Minyard passes. This wouldn’t normally be a political issue, since it’s expected of the Queen to take over and divide the king’s half of the duties as she sees fit until either she remarries or has an heir become old enough to take the throne, at which time she may pass it to the child or continue to reign until she either passes or is deemed unfit. And, politically, this is exactly what happens. What most don’t see is how grief stricken she becomes and then remains. She can’t pull herself from her grieving, and instead of passing duties to more fitting people, Queen Tilda simply lets young Prince Aaron take on as many duties as he can without breaking down. (Though he has, before. Likely a few times. A kid being pushed past his limit again and again.) Aaron grows up so much faster than he ever should have. He’s thirteen now and sometimes he shakes with stress.

Then the queen finally gives into her grief and passes as well. If it weren’t for Katelyn, Abigail, and Betsy, Aaron might have been next to lose his mind, leaving the throne empty. As things are, Aaron swallows everything down just long enough have word sent to the Spear family. He wants his brother back. A familiar face and his quiet, desperate hope: someone to just help.

And return him they do. Andrew’s been perfectly competent with all his studies, they say, they’d even managed to break that stubborn streak. (They didn’t like he wouldn’t speak or shake hands when instructed. They didn’t like being told no.) And yes, it’s a familiar face. Aaron sees the carriage door open, sees his twin for the first time in eight years, but he isn’t sure he recognizes Andrew. Andrew isn’t supposed to have bags under his eyes like this. Andrew didn’t hold his jaw so tightly. And Andrew certainly didn’t answer questions like some kind of unthinking, unfeeling shell.

The first thing Andrew says to Aaron getting off that carriage is “No.” It’s quiet, but he does say it. Aaron is confused - he’d thought they’d still be allowed to hug each other, or shake hands at least - but he does step back and instead ask if Andrew wants to see his room. He can see Andrew relax.

It might hurt Aaron a little when he watches the Spear boy get a hug with no protest, or how Andrew quietly addresses the duke with more than a one word sentence. But he’s not going to ask about it for a while. He’s the stranger to Andrew here, after all.

(I think Andrew does let him ask. The most he tells Aaron about it - maybe as much as a year later - is that the younger Spear had been much worse at listening than Aaron ever is. It is much better here. At least you and Nicky understand the meaning of ‘no’. Leave it at that. And after that Aaron is even more supportive of Andrew’s wide bubble than he was before. He enforces it himself when he has to. And growing up together for longer, with no looming secrets or much reason for animosity between them - it isn’t Aaron’s fault King Minyard decided to hand Andrew off and the twins are both mature enough even at that age to know it - means the twins are much closer than in canon. I don’t think it would be a typically ‘fond’ relationship, because they’ve both still been through it. But they support each other in all things, no questions asked, and always get through problems together.

It doesn’t take much longer than that first year for Aaron to earn the right to touch Andrew, even if he does need to give or show warning before he does. Andrew never says it, but he’s grateful that Aaron is generous with his shoulder pats. It feels a little like the validation he never got anywhere else. And Aaron never says it, but he’s grateful that Andrew is always at his side to tell people ‘no’ when Aaron is technically not allowed to.)

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fluffydice · 3 months

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Thinking about how Kurumi always stressed to Kusuo that he needs to only use his powers for good and be gentle and all of that, and while it’s true the reason he probably got told that was because he was always fighting with Kusuke. And yeah, Kusuo was maybe a little overzealous in defending himself but also it’s pretty hard to tell a little kid in the single digits that other people are allowed to hit him and he just has to take it because he’s stronger, and he can never defend himself.

#kids aren’t stupid. they know when you hate them #they naturally seek out love and affection but it’s not a guarantee when they are aware someone despises them #why do you think Kusuo is such a mama’s boy? she’s the only consistent and safe affection he has for literal years #I’ve been Saiki posting a lot but I think it’s because I’m using it as a break in between studying #saiki k #fluffy cooks a headcanon

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d3addoberman · 6 months

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He looks so soft (✿ ♡‿♡)

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megidoreyn · 5 months

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「僕は君と一緒に今日の安寧が明日も続く世界を創るのだ…」「A world where peace lasts forever…」

Drawn for the megaten ワンドロ/60min on 11/28. 💙twitter 💙misskey

#shin megami tensei #megaten #shin megami tensei iv #smtiv #jonathan smtiv #I had to look up what he says in ENG because I actually went through this game in JP instead LOL... I love Hiroshi Kamiya's voice for Jona!#I'm so happy the angel boy homie was FINALLY a topic for the megaten wandoro/60min after so long!!! yipee!!! (mario voice) wahoo!!!#the “nostalgic + faded photo vibe” like that early 2010s inst*gr*m filter aesthetic was absolutely intentional LOL #initially I had wanted to make the background Blasted Tokyo to reflect the dreamscape sequence in the beginning of SMT4...#but then I thought he would look nicer against fluffy clouds versus a flat desert landscape full of orange tbh LOL #maybe that'll be an idea for next time!!!#I wonder if anyone out there actually reads the tags/commentary on my posts LOL...if so: you're a trooper + I hope you have an amazing day!

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just-just-gyllenhaal · 2 months

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BRAND NEW PICS…

GQ Korea Magazine Photoshoot(2024) pics…

#GQ Korea Magazine Photoshoot(2024)#jacob benjamin gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal #jacob gyllenhaal #fluffy boy post #love his fluffy beard #fluffy beard #fluffy

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callmemaeverick · 1 year

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Peter’s love language is Acts of Service. And if he’s receiving, it’ll be Words of Affirmation. These are canon.

FIGHT ME ON THIS, I DARE YOU!

#peter sutherland #the night agent #the night agent netflix #gabriel basso #peter sutherland x reader #love languages #acts of service #words of affirmation #guuurlll the things id say to that boi #and the things Id let me him do for me #my fluffy fluffy heart ughh #i love him #mav's posts

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cootiekitten · 15 days

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Okay... actual simp post. And I'm not even gonna elaborate.

#bro licks his lips every 2 seconds #my lip gloss is poppin my lip gloss is cool all the boys keep stoppin #my friend says he has a very pattable head and ykw i agree #pat the feral mutt #certified simp post #johnny slaughter #johnny tcm #tcm #tcmg #johnny sawyer #jahnny boieh #kisses him on he fluffy lil head #AND YANKS ON HIS EARS AND DISCOMBOBULATES HIM YALL THINK NANCY PINCHES HOS EARS LIKE #WHY DO THE VICTIMS ATTACK HIS EARS IN GRAPPLES #AND HE GETS ALL NOOOO MY EARS cue autistic meltdown cus u naenaed his ears idfk

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exy-shmexy · 1 year

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TW: angst, depression, mental health, loneliness

Andrew finding himself completely alone in his apartment during his first year going pro. the sole idea of calling something his fucking with his mind.

He dropped Neil off at the airport a couple hours before. A hollowness already gnawed at his mind when he watched Neil walk away to go back to PSU and leave him alone, but now that night has fallen and everything around him is quiet, the hollowness grows rapidly into something debilitatingly stronger. He hates himself for having let himself grow attached to people, to things, to stability and the constant presence of others around him which constantly reminded him he had people he could rely on, no matter how hard he tried and ultimately failed to keep them at arm’s length.

He heads to bed without eating, having no energy to smoke either. He sleeps, but he wakes up the next day even more tired than before. He knows what it is, knows he should call Bee, but he doesn’t even have the strength for that. He tells himself it’s his new life, he doesn’t have to text anyone, doesn’t want to bother them.

Neil texts him every day. Andrew can barely find the energy to answer most of the time. The Foxes’ group chat pings too much too often. He mutes it indefinitely.

Weeks pass and Andrew’s responses become even more sporadic. He is convinced no one wants to hear from him anyway.

Neil is worried.

Andrew hates that Neil is worried.

Andrew wants to disappear. He wants everyone to forget about him as if he were never there in the first place.

One day when he forget once again to sustain his own basic needs, there is a knock at his door.

Andrew doesn’t move from his couch. No one should be there, it’s probably some asswipe who wants to sell him something he doesn’t need. He ignores it but the knock comes again, more aggressive this time.

Andrew’s temper flares up immediately. He gets up and swings the door open only to find his carbon copy staring back at him with anger burning bright in his eyes.

“Good to know you’re still fucking alive, you asshole,” Aaron snarls, letting himself inside Andrew’s flat uninvited.

He shouldn’t be here. It’s the middle of the week. Aaron has classes and lives five hours away with Katelyn now.

“Why are you here?”

Aaron looks this close to exploding at his face. “You haven’t answered your phone in five fucking days. I thought you had done something incredibly stupid.”

Andrew is stunned. He didn’t want anyone to think about him, he didn’t think his own family would worry so he let his phone’s battery die completely. He doesn’t feel bad, not exactly, but he hates the angry relief in Aaron’s face now that he sees he’s alive.

“You look like shit,” Aaron sneers. His twin looks tired too, either from his flight or med school, or with worry but Andrew doesn’t want to think about that now. “Josten is on his way too, just so you know.”

Andrew doesn’t want to admit it, but relief floods mercilessly through his veins at the idea that there are people who care enough about him to check on him despite him putting his distance.

He doesn’t thank Aaron for coming all the way here, but he doesn’t push him away the entire time he is at Andrew’s place either.

#i’ve been posting too much fluffy lately so have this angsty boy to balance it all #neil josten #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #tw: angst #tw: depression #tw: mental health

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sleepysheepytea · 2 years

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Got those summertime, summertime tickles

I’m trying to prevent myself from getting too excited for fall so I wanted to do draw some summer tk scenarios with my ice cream bapies eeee

Someone trying to put sunscreen on another and failing miserably because they're squirming so gosh darn much