I just want to fall in love with someone who makes me feel safe like even when we’re angry or sad or upset i just want to know that both of us are still going to be okay

I saw your and llama’s post about HorrorFellMafia Sans and fell in love with it! Very nice work, and as thanks, here is a picture :)

I’m not sure how good the quality of the photo will be when you get it tho :/

HOLY- EEEEEE

AHHHHH *instant seretonin*

hes so BIG!!! Like a brick wall!! And she’s so tiny a- (cries)

This is the proportion I was imagining him being, built giant, wide and sturdy… she’s so small and he’s holding her so gently oughougghgh ;;;A;;; these are so soft I love them

Hey hey @llamagoddessofficial look this!

fluffy fluff freenoodles cuddles for your tmblr tl todahyyyy they are so in love

cw: talks of having kids

Bakugou lays sprawled out on your bed as you flitter around the room, moving from your closet to your dresser and back in a hurry of movements. You’re doing a bit of spring cleaning (yes, even in the winter), and Bakugou decided to come over and help, even though he’s just been laying around the whole time.

He had a rough patrol yesterday, even sports a few bruises on his ribs, so you let him take it easy, throwing him one of your old pink scarf hat combos with the little bunny ears on top. You don’t expect him to wear it, but the image of him laying against your bed with the floppy ears on top of his head makes you smile anyway.

You go back to your drawer, pulling everything out in order to throw some stuff away and reorganize the remaining things. At the bottom of the drawer though, do you find some old clothes when you were a baby. It’s been here for years now, after your parents gifted them to you, just in case you’d wanna use them for your future kids. It’s just collecting dust in the bottom of your drawer though, honestly, and you pull the tiny little purple and white checkered onesie out, examining it and the little bonnet underneath with a small frown.

“Who the hell is that for? ‘Cause it sure as hell ain’t fitting your big ass head.” You hear Bakugou call from your bed, your head whipping around to face him and his cheesy little grin. You narrow your eyes and poke your tongue out at him, throwing him the little combo as you turn to get the rest of the baby clothes out.

“Says the one whose head almost tore his mothers cooter in half during birth.” Thank you Mistuki for the information, you think to yourself, smiling an evil little smile that Bakugou frowns softly at.

“And it’s my old baby clothes. My folks gave it to me when I moved out, said I could use it for my own future gremlins.” You smile when you pick up the little yellow booties in your dresser, another little bonnet with a tie underneath the chin, and a pair of shorts that were entirely too cute and tiny. “Think I’m gonna throw it out, though.”

“Why would you do that?” Bakugou asks quietly, suddenly behind you, his chest against your back as he gently plucks the shorts from your hands to examine them closer. You look at him from over your shoulder, at the soft look that falls on his face, how his rough thumb rubs over the still soft material in his hands, how his eyebrows lose their crease and his mouth tilts up just so in the corners.

“We’re not having kids any time soon,” you say, your voice tacking on a silent ‘right?’ at the end of it. Bakugou doesn’t say anything for a long while, but he blinks down at you, looking so ridiculously cute in your pink hat, holding your baby clothes. You hand him the booties in his other hand and he takes them, so gentle, with such care, it makes your stomach do somersaults.

“Maybe we should talk more about that.” He whispers softly, looking at you from under his lashes, his garnet eyes searching your own. You nod though, stroking gently at the shorts he still holds with tender care, a smile tugging at your lips.

“Yeah,” you mutter, leaning up to press your mouth against his own. “Maybe we should.”

He's so pretty and his tits are so nice 😩🥺

I still don't have the second card yet but good God I'm gonna kiss whoever decided to give us this story.

I love you, random InFold writer(s). I love you so much rn. And that's not just the delirium from no sleep talking 🫠🥹

Hazing (Patreon)

I’d like to imagine Mondo as a serial cuddler in his sleep. Like first time Mondo and Taka have a sleepover Taka wakes up to this big 6ft scary biker boy just wrapped around him like a koala in his sleep with a death grip on him.

Poor guy tries to escape his grip but Mondo just will not let go and will simply flip over taking Taka with him. Taka has learned to accept the inevitable when they have sleepovers now.

Also for a doodle how about Taka in a big hoodie? It’s getting cold out so it big hoodie season lol, at least for me it definitely is. Anyway enjoy the rest of your day :)

ABSOLUTELY ADORING THIS HC SO SO MUCH,,,

honestly it was probably a restless night for taka the first time that happened bc he's trying to get out of Mondo's grip and meanwhile mondo is just having the best sleep of his life 💥

And here's a big hoodie taka for you my friend!

kinda looks like a bean bag 🦠

lastly, thank you !! enjoy the rest of your day/night as well :]

"i wanna sleep with you but like in the innocent way"

Found on pinterest!

i would love to see you draw. sheik. or chell. i know she's not loz but she's fun

these r just sketches but. yes ^_^ both

ace El continuing to love sleepovers with Max just as much and in exactly the same way as they grow up, while Max wrestles with the fact that El falling asleep on her shoulder feels more kinds of nice than it did at 13.

El being the biggest cuddlebug and not hiding it at all, because why would she, while Max notices herself wanting to stop it when others are looking. like, she loves sleeping with El wrapped in her arms, but for Hopper to walk past an open doorway and see that makes her feel weird now, even though it's the same as what everyone thought was sweet a few years ago. is it creepy of her to feel weird about it?

people, even the party, starting to react differently to El's casual mentions of "sleeping with Max" or something "Max said in bed the other night". they know it must mean the same thing it always has, because they all know El too, but Max sometimes sees them take an extra half second to process.

Max trying to figure how to explain to El that the older they get, the more people might react differently to the idea of them cuddling and sharing a bed. hesitating at the risk of scaring off the innocence of it by telling El this. knowing El will ask concrete things like at what exact age the rules change and why, and that that will open a whole can of worms that Max isn't ready to address even with herself.

I love when pretty people are gay about their fictional blorbos, please keep filling my dash with your love for them <3 we're in the same boat

sometimes its 1:30 am and your heart just longs for trey parker </3

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Every time I see that picture of Barbie holding Ken’s hand, bringing him to life, and they’re both wearing their very first original beach outfits with the blue watercolor backdrop? I have to take ten minutes to stare at them both and then I get emotional about it bc they mean so much to me and there’s just something about the way Barbie looks at Ken and the way they’re holding hands and the way Ken looks at her. and it's even better in the imax clip when Ken’s breath hitches in his throat and he notices that the person who is his girlfriend is this gorgeous, highly accomplished woman who can do anything and be everything... I always laugh when he does a fist pump and whispers breathlessly yes!

And I can’t help but always picture myself in the middle, both of them holding my hand and each kissing my cheek

Thinking abt cole's way of watchfulness,,, its progression and origins,,, the way it is embedded so deep into his behavior that it's subconscious,

woohoo spiraling out of control right now (what else is new really I've been fucked up and spiraling for weeks now) and trying to figure out reasons not to delete my tumblr and discord and myself along the way

but you know. talking about myself on my blog automatically means I'm attention seeking and fishing for pity right? should just shut up and stick to the news eh, it's all I'm good for :D

anyway if you need me I'll be in the corner reliving the past, coming to terms with reality, and trying to convince myself I'm not the problem despite every indication to the contrary ✌︎︎