#it's so soft

[thatonekimgirl]

BELLY AND CONRAD LOOKING AT EACH OTHER WITH MASSIVE HEART-EYES

#IT'S SO SOFT #tsitpedit #belly conklin #conrad fisher #the summer i turned pretty #bellyconrad #conradbelly #tsitp #conrad x belly #belly x conrad #bonrad #bonradedit #conradbellyedit #lola tung #chris briney #mine #conrad|belly #500 plus

[leon-dechino]

[His gaze softened, never breaking from yours. He opened his mouth, hesitating.

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered.

And that’s all you needed to hear.]

I am just about obsessed with @b-o-e's fanfic series silly lil wally things. The whole thing is absolutely wonderful and I just had to draw this scene. If this is your cup of tea, go give it a read!

This scene comes from sleepy phone call.

#fanfiction #wally darling #welcome home #wally x reader #wally darling x reader #welcome home wally #this fanfic so good I swear #it's so soft #i promise #boe's fics give me peace #welcome home fanfic #wally darling x y/n

[xielianlover2]

Let me be honest. I can look at this forever. I can look at them look at one another forever. I have never seen a more beautiful opening than this one.

#heaven official's blessing #season 1 #tgcf #xie lian #hua cheng #hualian #opening #beautiful art #goregous #memorizing #their gazes #it's so soft #there is so much love #I can feel the emotions through the screen #the way the light appears on xie lian's face #and grows darker over hua cheng's #symbolism? #what are they implying?

[shesbackagain]

robe season

#me #my fave robe #it's so soft #little bit of bush showing #come on get closer

[bigfootsmom]

when the bones are good by bigfootsmom for @canonbibuck

bucktommy • gen • 2.4k

“You’ve got me on the edge of my seat, Evan. I’m sure I’ll love it, whatever it is.” He shuffles in close, staring over Buck’s shoulder as he finally gets the door open and reveals the cabinet lying inside. Tommy gasps, and Buck fumbles through an explanation. “I–I saw it and thought of you and uh, how you–you were looking for a table in the—" “The entryway!” Tommy breathes out, excitement clear in his tone. Buck blushes, turning to face him. “Do you like it?” The one where Tommy has a fixer upper and he deserves nice things. Buck wants to give him those things.

read on ao3

#911 fic #911 #bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #it's so soft #idk how it turned out so soft but it did #they're very domestic in this one #molly writes #finished

[beyondthisdarkhouse]

Important reminder about my cat!

She has a little beige creampuff at the tip of her tail

Also her birthday is July 1, if anyone was looking for something to celebrate on that day!

#and if you want to know how soft the belly is #it's SO soft #her listing on the shelter website was like #'Emily's a shy girl but if you're patient she might let you pet her silky fur!' #attagirl

[mandycantdecide]

buck's little mhm lives in my head rent free btw

#it's so soft #evan buckley #buddie #bucktommy #911

[wavebiders]

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

#finally got that epilogue and man was it worth the wait and filtering out the game to avoid spoilers a bit #it's so soft #I love one pixel woman #bg3 #shadowheart #shadowheart x tav #hoping they meant business with that sequel bait bc I need more lmao

[cinnamonmango]

I am normal, then I remember "silly, silly angel" and then I am not normal at all.

#ineffable bureaucracy #good omens season 2 spoiler #good omens #i CAN'T #it's so soft #i'm dying #i love them so much

[happyk44]

Enji grooming Hawk's wings after a rainy dirty patrol. He slipped into a puddle, got into a tangle with someone with a mud quirk, was tossed into a dumpster.

It's a miserable day and when he gets back to the offices, Enji is there for some miscellaneous meeting.

Everything feels soaked. Grime plugged into his skin and it's drenched so far under his wings, it gonna be a bitch to clean out. He just wants to go home and soak in a tub. Knees to his chin, watching the water dirty up.

But he flashes smiles and grins and agrees to go out with Mirko that evening and has no choice but to give himself a quick once over.

Soaking will have to wait.

Enji is there. Mirko bullied him into coming to the bar. Dirt is drying to the underside of Hawk's feathers. He hates it. It itches. It makes him feel heavy and lopsided.

But he drinks and talks and holds himself stiff and still and smiles and smiles and smiles.

Enji stares at him for a few minutes after a couple hours before pinching Mirko's floppy ears and telling her goodbye. Then he grabs Hawk's and drags him off with him.

Mirko whistles.

He's never been to Enji's house before. It's devoid of people but there are a few family photos here and there.

"Didn't think you'd be so forward, Endeavor," he purrs but Enji's look shuts him off and he follows him quietly to the bathroom.

As he fills up the tub, Enji talks, his voice subdued. "If you need time to yourself, take it." He stands up. "Strip. Get in."

Hawks obeys.

He used to dream about this. But in his dreams, it was more romantic and less… Aggressive.

It's weird. Enji's fingers are hot and thick. He shivers as the other coaxes his feathers apart and cleans him off with a rough damp cloth. He feels like a child. He feels small.

They don't talk.

The soap smells nice. Or maybe it's just the heavyset man kneeling beside him. Sometimes, with how strict Enji is, he forgets that he has kids. That he has a family.

It hits him in this moment. He's probably done this before. Messy muddy kids with dirt in their hair and grass on their knees. Scrubbed deep and raw until they were pink.

The showerhead detaches. He rolls the setting from one to one to one and then rinses off his soaked feathers. Grime and mud flow around Hawks' ankles.

When he's done, Enji rinses the tub out then throws the washcloth at his face.

It's new. Clean. Hawks' dampens it under a light spray, applies a little soap and cleans off his legs and skinny ankles. Enji grabs another cloth and cleans off his back.

It's nice.

"You shouldn't let it set in, no matter how much you want to go out." He squeezed out the cloths into the sink as the showerhead sprays over Hawks' head. "Only poor heroes run the risk of inhibiting their Quirk."

Hawks hums, turning his back to the spray. "How'd you know?"

"You're not at subtle as you think," is his only response. A towel drapes over his shoulders. "Dry yourself off. I'll take you home."

He's alone right after that. The smell of a burning campfire still lingers. Hawks passes the towel through his hair and breathes it in.

The ride home is quiet. He understands for a moment why Enji didn't take him there right away. His apartment is farther away from the bar Mirko chose. Probably as an incentive to drag Enji along - "It's close to home! You can walk if you feel too drunk. Blah blah blah."

The heater from the car is on. Enji's eyes never stray from the road. With an equally steady gaze, Hawks traces his jawline. Then moves his focus around. His hair is freshly cut. There's a faint scar under his earlobe. His shirt is loose over him but even so his muscles bulge.

He can already see himself in his dreams. Draped on his stomach, dark burning eyes and thick fingers and strong arms above him, stroking through his feathers and along the length of his spine.

It's a nice daydream.

"If I asked, would you do it again?" He tilts his head and strokes a hand down his own thigh. "There's always a build up somewhere."

Even small spots take him about an hour to clean out. It's partially the poor reach-he can't really move his arms back like that without breaking.

"Are you asking?"

Are you accepting, slides to his tongue but he looks away instead. "Yeah."

"Then fine."

He smiles softly to himself and nuzzles into Enji's side. "Knew you were my favourite for a reason."

He thinks he spots a darkening to Enji's cheeks before the other shoves him away because he needs to focus on the road.

The rest of the ride is warm and cozy. He feels cleaner than he has in a while. Makes sense. Cleaning out his wings on his own was always difficult. Sometimes he considered just shedding them all to do away with it. But now those thoughts didn't need to permeate his head.

Enji pulls up to his building. He reaches over to the door handle, feels it unlock under his grip then pulls back. It's a chaste kiss. Fleeting but hot. Enji's lips burn and when Hawks pulls away, his own continue to tingle.

Enji rolls his eyes. "Tch."

Hawks grins and finally exits the car. "See you later, Endeavor."

He watches Enji bid him goodbye before pulling out and back onto the road.

His lips still tingle.

#dated february 15th 2021 #from the twitter archives #happy talks mha #endhawks #todoroki enji #takami keigo #my writing #my fanfic #oh my god i forgot about this one #it's so soft

[loveisinthebat]

Tiny Fluffy

#Damara Woolly Bat #Bats of Africa #bat of the day #Daily bat #bat #bats #batposting #cute bats #cute animals #So tiny #SO fluffy #I mean look at this #it's so soft #I take 300 Please

[ladygreywritesstuff]

Marlon and Jas, drawn by the wonderful @shreddies-scribbles!  Inspired by Dig Deep, Chapter 9.

#shreddies-scribbles #SDV fanart #|| ladygreywrites: Dig Deep #sdv marlon #sdv jas #i'm so in love with this #i can't stop looking at it #it's so soft

[metamorphesque]

Now the story of the trip and then you can go ahead and say you’re not an angel: I knew for ages that my Austrian visa had actually (and figuratively) run out two months back, but in Meran I was told it wasn’t required for transit and indeed I had no troubles when I crossed the Austrian border. Because of that I completely forgot about this omission while I was in Vienna. In Gmünd, however, the official at the passport control—a young man, hard—discovered it immediately. The passport was set aside, everyone else allowed to pass through to customs control, everyone except me. That was bad enough (I am constantly being interrupted, after all it’s my first day back, I don’t have to listen to the office gossip, not yet anyway, and people are coming in all the time and wanting to drive me away from you, that is, you away from me, but they won’t succeed, will they, Milena? Nobody will, ever.) So that’s the way it was, but then you started working. A border guard comes—friendly, open, Austrian, interested, cordial—and leads me through stairs and corridors to the headquarters of the chief inspector. A Rumanian-Jewish woman was standing there with a similarly defective passport, strangely enough also one of your friendly emissaries, you angel of Jews. But the opposing forces are still much stronger. The large inspector and his small adjudant (both yellow, emaciated, sullen, at least for the moment) take possession of the passport. The inspector is finished in no time: “Return to Vienna and obtain the visa at police headquarters!” I can do nothing but repeat several times: “That is terrible for me.” The inspector also repeats his answer several times, ironically and angrily: “You only think it is.” “Can’t the visa be obtained by wire?” “No.” “Even if I pay all costs?” “No.” “Isn’t there a higher authority here?” “No.” The woman, seeing my distress, remains magnificently calm and asks the inspector to let at least me pass. Your means are too weak, Milena. You won’t get me through that way. I have to walk all the way back to passport control and fetch my luggage, there’s no question of my leaving today. And now we’re setting together in the chief inspector’s headquarters, the guard has little consolation to offer except that the train tickets may be extended etc., the inspector has said his last word and retreated into his private office, only the small adjutant is still there. I calculate: the next train to Vienna departs at 10 P.M., arrives in Vienna at 2:30 A.M. I’m still covered with bites from the Riva-vermin, what will my room at the Franz Josefs Bahnhof look like? But since I don’t get a room, I go to the Lerchenfelder Strasse (that’s right, at 2:30 A.M.) and ask for a room (that’s right, at 3 A.M.). Anyway, whatever happens, I must obtain the visa Monday morning (will I get it right away or will I have to wait until Tuesday?), then go to your house and surprise you at the door, which you open. Good heavens. Here my thinking takes a break, but then continues: But what shape will I be in after such a night and the journey, and in the evening I’ll still have to leave on the train that takes 16 hours, what will I look like when I arrive in Prague and what will the director say, whom I’ll have to ask for sick leave once again? Certainly you don’t want all that, but what do you really want? There’s no way out. It occurs to me the only slight relief would be to spend the night in Gmünd and wait until morning before traveling to Vienna and so, already exhausted, I ask the quiet adjutant about a morning train bound for Vienna. There’s one at 5:30 which arrives at 11 A.M. Good, I’ll take that train and so will the Rumanian woman. But suddenly the conversation takes a turn, I don’t know how, at any rate in a flash it’s clear that the little adjutant wants to help us. If we spend the night in Gmünd then the next morning, when he’s alone in the office, he’ll secretly let us through onto the local train to Prague, where we would arrive at 4:00 P.M. But we’re supposed to tell the inspector that we’re taking the morning train to Vienna. Wonderful! Although just relatively wonderful, since I’ll still have to wire Prague. But even so. The inspector arrives, we act out a small comedy about the morning train to Vienna, the adjutant then sends us off, we’re supposed to pay him a secret visit later in the evening to discuss the remaining details. In my blindness I think that all this is your doing, whereas in reality it’s merely the last attack of the opposing forces. So now we slowly leave the station, the woman and myself (the express train which was supposed to have taken us on is still standing there, customs control is taking a long time). How far is it into town? An hour. That too. But it turns out there are 2 hotels at the station, we’ll go to one of them. There’s a track running right next to the hotel, we still have to cross it, a freight train is coming. I want to hurry across the tracks, but the woman holds me back and we have to wait. A minor contribution to our misfortune, we think. But precisely this moment of waiting, without which I would not have made it to Prague on Sunday, is the turning point. It’s as if you had run up and down knocking on all the gates of heaven to plead for me, just as you ran up and down knocking at all the hotels of the Westbahnhof, for now your guard comes running after us down the long path from the station, out of breath, shouting: “Hurry up, come back, the inspector is letting you through!” Is it possible? Moments like that make one choke with emotion. We have to beg the guard ten times before he’ll take any money. But now we have to run back, fetch our luggage from the inspector’s headquarters, run with it to the passport control, and on to customs. But now you’ve already set everything aright; I cannot carry my luggage any further—by chance there’s a porter next to me; at passport control I run into a crowd—the guard clears the way for me; at customs without realizing it I lose the little case with the gold cufflinks—an official finds it and hands it to me. We’re aboard the train and leave at once, at last I’m able to wipe the perspiration off my face and chest. Stay with me always!

a fragment from Kafka’s letter to Milena (Letters to Milena, Franz Kafka) 

#please take your time and read this #it's so soft #he's so soft #letters to milena #milena jesenská #love letters #franz kafka #kafka my beloved #classic literature #translated literature

[jus-alilcomforblelad]

cause of death: the deleted scene from m&c where padeen is quietly drawing the monkey over and over in a notebook

#it's so soft #aubreyad #master and commander #padeen colman #ernie-speaks

[teeveeyou]

TK & Carlos - 2x10 - A Little Help From My Friends

#this kiss #it's so soft #911 lone star #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #season 2 #ep: a little help from my friends #my gifs

[multicolour-ink]

What if the Bros fall asleep together in one of the areas on Pi'illo Island (like Somnom Woods), and thanks to the islands great power, and the Bro's close bond, they end up sharing the same dreams all night.

They wake up the next morning feeling more blissful and relaxed than they ever have been before.

#gods I have such soft imagery for this #mario waking up first / his hand resting in Luigi’s #he smiles at his bro as he wakes as well #them throwing a soft smile at each other #their dream selves just chilling and having fun together in the dream world #IT'S SO SOFT #midnight ramblings before I sleep #super mario #mario #luigi #mario and luigi #brothers #mario and luigi dream team #dream team #brotherly love #dream world #sharing dreams is the most intimate feeling #mario movie 2023 #please don't tag as ship #the super mario bros movie #super mario movie #mario movie #unofficial mario movie stuff