I feel like hawks is most definitely playful (at times) ESPECIALLY with you so here's like a little fanfic thing about it (I wrote this in gym class)

You had expected to see your boyfriend he'd told you day prior that he'd be taking his lunch with you today which is very special because he's usually too busy to even leave work for lunch having to order in most days

Maybe he was lying but–you swore you heard the door open brow furrowed you peak your head into the living room curious softly cooing out puzzled"Kei—" you yelp before the words can escape your throat being hoisted over your boyfriends back blood rushing to your head your only view being his jacket you let out a gasp but your not surprised at his playful antics that all to familiar smug grin on his lips making your heart sting almost enough to make you let it go and not scold him..you do though or try atleast "Keigo! put me down what are you doing?" You pout and before you can scold him anymore or even finish speaking he chuckles quietly a low happy sound wrapping his hands around your waist pulling you down and into a tight hug spinning you in the spot you stood making you suppress a soft giggle head feeling dizzy you sigh because how can you stay mad? Stay mad at that petty grin of his? Of the fond look in his eyes as he teases you? How can you stay mad when his hands slip under your shirt lovingly grabbing at your hips rubbing your skin and how can you stay mad when his lips his soft lips are up against yours as if it's the only thing you both need as if your the oxygen he needs to breathe how can you ever be mad when he loves you so wonderfully

You love him

Love him regardless of his teasing and playfulness because he's so incredibly intoxicatingly sweet to you

You need eachother

rushed, messy kylar sketch

You will die because of me 

45 minute coloured sketch of me rushing through to see how it looks again before I head to work!

Their family is only getting bigger and bigger

Yall know how king would make Lancer take a bath when he swore? Ok but what if he accidently swore infront of Queen, who probably knew about this rule and took him to the bathroom and Lancer got scared.

pokemon fans when they have to wait another year for the next big game with no major releases in-between

So usually when an imaginary friend is a real thing in a story, it’s either a demon or a ghost or some supernatural boogeyman that probably wants to eat the kid they’ve befriended (Mama, a couple of the Paranormal Activity movies), or “imaginary friends” are just treated as a real thing in the setting, and if a child just thinks hard enough they can manifest a friend into existence (Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, Happy).

And somewhere in the middle is an area where the imaginary friend in question is real and they are supernatural, but they aren’t malevolent, and they aren’t entirely honest about what they are. Like maybe they’re a fairy or a god or some kind of boggle from mythology, but they just got caught by a six year old and they don’t have time to get into it, so they just go “…Yes. I’m your imaginary friend. We haven’t met. How do you do.” And then they stick around because they do love this kid, and if you’re a boggle from mythology in the modern day good food is really hard to come by.

And at some level. That’s what I think Hobbes is.

this is probably the best take I’ve heard so far on the debate of people being told that they aren’t having enough ���compassion’ for billionaires making bad decisions and paying the obvious consequences for it

After a mission…

Dick: I can’t wait to go home, have a bowl of cereal, and go to sleep.

Duke: Lucky, I have patrol in like, two hours. No sleep for me. What’re you going to do when you get home, Jason?

Dick: Wait! Let me guess. Crack open a beer, order in Chinese food, and fall asleep on the couch watching a gritty action movie.

Jason, fully planning on having a lavender scented bubble bath while drinking vanilla earl grey tea and watching Pride and Prejudice: … Something like that.

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Some 22 and 09 angst doodles

nothing canon era fic writers could come up with will ever be as cruel as modern au fic writers putting these guys in the most basic modern scenarios. like he was born to live & die by the blade, his story was over before it began. and you made him take the bus and work a 9 to 5 job

"Sad Cat Poem" by Spencer Madsen

gale origin playthru from astarion’s pov or smth like that