[24.04.16] vs. washington capitals (c: len redkoles)

okay i've been trying to figure out a way to word this properly to you:

but i just want to say that i am never going to forget how you have been fighting alongside me from the very start. i don't think i ever really told you, but seeing your initial propaganda list was the reason i decided to take the leap and start my campaign journey in the first place. and knowing that you were fighting with me all this time was really how i kept finding the strength to keep going.

you are always going to be my fellow comrade in arms. my fellow general in this campaign. i feel like we have a warrior's unbreakable bond. like anything you need any time, i would both kill and die for you without hesitation -

you are an incredibly beloved mutual to me. and if you'll have me, you're an incredibly beloved friend too <3

:,, SEIIIII

Thank you… oh this is a very sweet message. And honestly, it’s a bit silly but it did feel like a weight off my shoulders to see all the hard work you were doing- at first I was going VERY hard on the propaganda because I was trying to get the ball rolling- it felt like my job to try and get everyone involved- so seeing you take SUCH a huge role and kinda take the reigns was really nice- it not only motivated me to fight too, but also let me take breaks when I needed to lmao.

Eternal comrades, I swear. I’m glad I got to become muts with you through this !! You say the word too- I got your damn back. After such hearty combat though, I think we both should sit back a bit haha. (Tho ik you’re still on that GRIND. GOOD LUCK AGAIN!!!)

You are just as beloved to me as well. Glennfuckers for life, thank you for being in this beautiful club with me lmao. <3

"You're the best to me!"

Pari doesn't say anything, but she does literally bury her face in his chest as she holds him.

The embrace said it all really. While she'd never thought of herself so highly, she did appreciate Xaos. Every part of who he was, and then some.

@cuteteacakes replied to your post:

Can Doopliss flatter?? "You have really pretty eyes~"

"Oh... you think so?" Oop, there's a blush on his cheeks now-- "They're just plain ol' green, though... but thanks~"

A playful message from the mechanics for Jacques Villeneuve Sr, the brother of Gilles Villeneuve.

Sketched a cute mothman in my sketchbook, and couldn’t help but do a digital illustration of it.

It had happened before he knew it. Of course, such a phrase was illogical- Querl had been tracking the progress of this particular event, hour by hour, minute by minute, since she first told him. But as they lay in bed together one night, he happened to look at his wife’s stomach, and realized how truly close the two of them were to being parents. “It will not be long now.” he says, smiling at her.

“You’re telling me.” Kara answers. “I’m the one who’s had to carry them.”

“I know.” Querl says, kissing the side of her forehead. “But…”

“It’ll be worth it.” she finishes. “I can’t wait to meet our girls.”

“Neither can I.” he tells her, and it’s true. He can already picture them, can practically feel one of them in his arms, as Kara holds the other. He can imagine singing songs to them and giving them all the promises that he wishes he could have heard- “Kara?”

“Yes, my love?”

“I… do you remember when we met my doppelgangers, in the aftermath of the Crisis?”

“You want them to meet our daughters? Of course.” she says. “Maybe you’d want to bring them out somewhere besides the hospital, though.”

“Indeed.” Querl answers. “But… I am afraid that’s not what I meant.” Kara studies his face, noticing his sudden change in expression. She gently strokes his cheek, hand rising and fingers beginning to brush over his forehead before she remembers.

“You told me about your parents.” she finally says. “About how you got the inhibitors.”

“Indeed.” he replies, voice barely above a whisper. “I… I see them all the time, at night.” He doesn’t need to clarify whether he means his parents or the inhibitors. Kara knows it’s both, and she squeezes his hand as he lays his head on her shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Querl.” she says. “What I told you then is still true, you know. You’ll never be your mother, or your father. And whatever happens, we are stronger together.”

“El Mayarah, yes.” he echoes. “It was in our wedding vows. But I still wonder… what will happen, if I am in the position of my father? What if one of our children… takes after me? After my family line?”

“Then we’ll figure that out.” Kara tells him. “And we’ll love her, no matter what.”

“We will.” he confirms, placing a hand on her stomach. And as he and Kara both drift back to sleep, he’s more grateful than ever that she’s by his side, and he knows that as long as they’re together, their daughters’ future will be far brighter than his past, and their dreams will never look like his nightmares.

If @the-best-invader lost memory lol

Sasha is named Ariel in the Spanish version of Animal Crossing.

With this being the case I’m honestly shook no one has done him as a mermaid. I think he’d fit the look.

💕💕💕💕💕

:0

:D

Gale has something to show both Violet and Nera. Smiling, she holds up a piece of paper. It's a drawing of the three of them, with Gale in the middle holding their hands. There's also a heart floating above them.

Smiling, the little maiden moves closer to give them a hug. She might've never known her birth parents, but at least she had Violet and Nera in her life.

The small gift was surprising, considering Violet never really saw herself as a motherly sort of figure. She knew of how Gale thought of Nera, especially since she heard the young maiden call her 'mama' so many times, but nothing like that toward herself.

It was exactly what you'd expect such a young girl's drawing to look like, nothing special by sheer talent but... it was special to Violet, simply because of it's meaning & who it came from.

"Oh, Gale." Finally, a smile crept onto the superhuman's face, kissing the little owl on the top of the head, kneeling down to properly hug her. Violet understood Gale's pain, having never known her own mother or father either, but who needs one blood mother, when you had two loving adoptive mothers instead?

Ace, honey!

You're the absolute cutest and I thought you should know that. Do you like forehead kisses?

-tommy to mp!ace

Ace gasps and smiles brightly at you, a very cute sight only slightly tainted by the multitude of armed guards glaring at you from behind him.

"Thank you! You're very nice," he tells you with a hum, before holding his hands up in front of him. "Ah, I don't really feel like it today."

"I'm sorry!" He does look very apologetic. "Would you like some cookies, instead?"

Korra doing the lil hair thing when happy about being with Asami

She's canonically twirling her hair, kicking her legs and giggling.

📷 for Piper/Skyler

Piper cocked an eyebrow up as she looked at the picture that she had found in one of Skylers drawers when she was pulling out a pair of his socks to keep her toes warm. It was hidden away in there like a dirty little secret...and it was of them in bed. But before everyone gets their undies in a twist, it wasn't what you would expect from a Skyler, dirty bedroom picture. No that she would have rolled her eyes at with a little smirk and called out to him that his was a pervert. But this one she didn't call out about. This was a much....more intimate picture. She had clearly fallen asleep and wasn't just faking it. You could tell because she didn't look like her normal put-together, composed-faced self. No, her lips were parted droopily, borderline about to drool with her face cradled in the junction between his shoulder and bare chest. His lips and nose were pressed into the top of her head, buried in the mane of dark hair there- not looking at the camera but clearly trying to capture this rare moment.

She glanced behind her to where he was making coffee with a little smile to herself before looking back at it. People really didn't print out pictures unless they were unbelievably special anymore, did they? They posted them on 'insta-crack' or left them on their phones. Not unless they were cherished did they get an analog print.

Not wanting to freak him out she carefully slipped the picture back to it sorted hiding place and pulled the socks on. Padding out to the kitchen she wrapped him arms around his waist and pressed a kiss in between his shoulder blades over his shirt.