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For the fluff and soft hearted, here is another lists of sentence starters that has the highest potentiality to turn into a soft scenarios. Feel free to change any pronouns / sentence structure according to your muse’s preference! TRIGGER WARNING: N/A.
“I never noticed your eyes were this [colour].”
“Your heartbeat’s really loud.”
“You asleep?”
“I like this, being so close to you.”
“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—”
“You’re so, so, so pretty.”
“I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens.”
“You make my heart beat so quick.”
“You always know how to make me smile.”
“You’ll always be safe with me.”
[Kisses the other on the cheek]
“Always.”
“I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you.”
“All my choices lead me to you.”
“I’ll never give you up.”
“I sleep better if you’re around.”
“You snore in your sleep. But… it’s adorable, okay?”
“I like this. A quiet breakfast with you.”
“There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?”
“I trust you.”
[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]
“You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?”
“Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you.”
“Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?”
“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?”
“No, sorry, you laughed. I … I never saw it before. It’s — pretty.”
“You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”
[Puts head on the other’s shoulder]
“I will never let you go.”
“You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”
“You wrote me a song?”
“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”
[Suddenly feels around the bed to search for the other’s hand / body when they’re sleeping]
[Extends a hand when they see the other was searching for it while they’re sleeping]
“I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.”
“You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”
“What are you doing up? Come to bed.”
“It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling.”
“I don’t mind sharing the blankets with you.”
“You’re cold. Come here.”
“You always do that. You always warm me up.”
“Stay.”
“It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.”
[Hugs for a very long time]
[Puts feet on the other’s lap]
“I’m so proud of you, you know that?”
“I love you.”
Here’s some more!
“If anything happened to you— I couldn’t…”
“Promise me. Promise me you’ll stay.”
“Tell me what happened.”
“You’re not breathing. Breathe.”
“I’ve got you.”
“You’re safe with me, now.”
“I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“No matter what, I will always come after you.”
“Take my hand— and stay close.”
“You’re shaking. Here, come closer.”
“Sorry, when I didn’t didn’t see you, I got worried.”
[hears crying]
“You look exhausted. Come here.”
“Rest now. I’ll be here when you wake.”
[touches forehead] “You’re burning up!”
“Are you sure you’ll be alright?”
“You always do that. Pull away when I get close. What are you afraid of?”
“For once, will you just look at me?”
“I can’t stay here with you— I just, when I’m around you, I can’t think. You make me dizzy… you make me weak.”
[traces fingers over scars, sitting in the firelight, watching the flames jump and bend to the music of the wind]
“I’ve never noticed this scar before.”
“When you touch me, it’s like I can’t breathe.”
“I just love being near you.”
“Wait! Please— I’m sorry, just— wait.”
“There’s something about you that makes me smile.”
“I’ve never felt like this before. It only happens when I’m with you.”
“Here. Sit next to me.”
“Where are you goin? I saved you a spot.”
“Are you feeling okay? Your face is looking a little red.”
[leaning close, knees almost touching]
“Hey, you’ve got something on your face. Here, hold still… ”
“Will you stay with me? Tonight? I just— I’d feel better knowing you’re near.”
“I’ve never felt weak. Until I met you.”
“Here, take my hand— don’t look.”
“I’ve got you… just breathe, okay? I know it hurts. We’re almost done.”
“If you go, I go too.”
[catching the other staring when they think they’re not looking]
“I’ll never get over hearing you say my name.”
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
[takes hand, puts it over heart] “This is what I feel when I’m with you. And I’m powerless to stop it.”
“Just hearing the sound of your voice is enough to make me smile.”
“Never will they hurt you. As long as I’m alive.”
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to scream— stop smiling, I mean it!”
“Please. Just let me hold you.”
“I never thought I could miss a person as much as I’ve missed you.”
“You make me ache in ways I never felt possible.”
“You don’t get it do you? How can you be so blind! Don’t you understand how much I care about you?”
[grabbing wrist, pulling person behind them, sensing danger]
[wiping tears from the others face]
[that one hand squeeze just before letting go]
“Stay still. You’ve been wounded.”
“Never. Never will I stop loving you.”
“My gut does the weirdest things around you— acrobatic things.”
“You look pale. Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”
“When’s the last time you ate?”
“I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you this.”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?”
“I can’t stand the thought of seeing you hurt.”
“This is nice. You and me. Against the world.”
“I choose you— can’t you see? I will always choose you.”
[pulls head on lap, running fingers through hair]
“Relax. I’m here now.”
“Till death do us part. And forever until the end of eternity.”
“Do you mind if I come in?”
“If it weren’t for you, I may have lived my whole life thinking I was happy. But now I know the truth.”
“Wake up. Come on, there’s something I want to show you.”
“Talk to me… I’m worried.”
“Wait, are those-? Are those bruises?”
[pulling other person close, feeling them breathe a sigh of relief]
“You’ve done the unthinkable, you know. You’ve made me fall in love.”
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If there was one thing that was really confusing Shorter, it was Ash and Eiji’s relationship.
It wasn’t unhealthy, per say, it was just unusual. The fact that it was unusual was because they had met only a month ago and Ash was closer with him than he was with Shorter and they’d known each other for years (not that he was jealous or anything). One would almost think that Ash was the older of the two (he often blamed it on Eiji’s puppy eyes and round cheeks) but then Eiji would do something extremely adult-like and completely throw him off.
Currently, Eiji and Ash were talking, not exactly as quiet as they thought.
Eiji was probably one of the few people who he allowed to touch him, especially on the shoulders and his knee. Currently, Ash was splayed out over the couch with Eiji laying his head on Ash’s lap from his spot on the floor, curled against the couch. The blond absentmindedly ran a hand through the soft, black locks and spoke to him about something or another, most pertaining to fate and despite the lack of the smell of weed or alcohol, he wondered how inebriated Ash was to talk about something so deep in the most unperturbed manner.
Shorter watched from where he was on the loveseat which was adjacent to the couch, eyes not visible through the tint of the shades and he then realized how soft Ash looked in that moment, how relaxed. He wasn’t constantly looking around, waiting for a threat to pop up. Eiji by comparison was easing his head closer to Ash, now resting it on his stomach and facing him with a sort of emotion in his eyes that he only saw with couples that had been together for years and were still star struck every time they saw one another.
It was oddly domestic, and Ash Lynx the wild card was never domestic. Eiji seemed to bring that side out though. The light of the window streamed in and filtered through the window, it looked almost storybook.
Ash with soft edges and Eiji, looking at Ash with love in his eyes and an expression of pure adoration on his face.
Shorter smiled to himself and looked down at his phone.
How cute, he thought, that Ash can finally find something to love and fight for other than revenge.
Title: Futari no Eden Type: Doujinshi Fandom: BANANA FISH Rating: NSFW Character(s) / Pairing(s): Ash Lynx / Okumura Eiji Artist / Circle: Orion / Fujioka Nii
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raglan t-shirt
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flannel shirt
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and the one I’ve somehow seen in at least 5 different doujinshis for some reason:
sheets
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A Raven Cycle Holiday Short (A Very Declan Christmas)
(A Very Declan Christmas)
I’ve done a holiday short for the last few years. Here’s another one from the Raven Cycle universe.
Christmas was complicated, because of the dreaming.
Christmas and dreaming already felt like natural bedfellows; the holiday was already like a recurring dream humanity agreed to share. The logic of it was pure dreamstuff: A stranger brought gifts, sometimes impossibly longed for gifts, sometimes impossibly undesirable ones. A living tree was taken from the field and put inside the house. Tokens were stuffed in socks, an enormous bird was wrestled into the oven. Cranberry sauce was not a particularly realistic food. Like a recurring dream, Christmas came every year whether or not you wanted it.
Declan Lynch would’ve liked Christmas quite a bit if not for the nights that led up to it.
There were four of the Lynches: Niall, the charistmatic father, Aurora, the dulcet bride, Declan, the eldest, and Ronan, the youngest but nonetheless natural heir to everything important Niall possessed. They all lived in a place called the Barns, a remote Virginia farm tucked deeply into the hillocks in the west of the state.
They were a family of secrets.
Declan Lynch was marvelous at secrets. His mother whispered to him, laughing a little as she did, to make the secrecy unfrightening: Your father has brought a secret home for us; don’t tell anyone or they might want one too. The secret would be a car, or a three-horned cow, or a painting that made him feel strange to look at it. Sometimes they would keep the secret, but more often his father would disappear on a business trip to sell it to someone in the market for secrets.
Will you help me clean up the bedroom? Aurora would tell Declan some mornings. We’ll make a game of it.
On mornings like this, his parents’ bedroom would be full of secrets. Thousands of tulips, or an ocean of dried insects, or hundreds of muddy footprints from an unseen beast, or dozens of frozen blocks of fragrant soap. His father would be lying in the midst of it, still covered with secrets, or sometimes in the shower, cleaning them off himself.
Declan always helped clean, but he didn’t make a game of it or laugh or sing as his mother did. He’d always been too serious for her.
Smile, little Declan, she’d say, and tousle his curly hair. There’s so much to smile about.
There was a lot to be worried about, too, though.
Ronan, for instance.
Ronan was everything all at once. He was irascible and adoring, eager and reticent, joyful and furious. Niall had said once there was a saying about Irish weather: if you don’t like it, wait a minute.
That was Ronan.
Ronan had his share of secrets, too; Declan always understood that this was why he was the favorite. His were grander and more explosive than Niall’s, harder to hide, more likely to end in disaster.
Declan worried a lot about them.
He would wake with flaming swords, acidic butterflies, snarling fly traps, tiny bouncing infernos. Luckily, Ronan’s secrets were far more rare than Niall’s. He would go for months without one, and then flare up when he was wound up, or around the full moon. Or around Christmas.
It had taken him several years to understand that it wasn’t Christmas that made the dreaming worse; it was the Winter Solstice. Longest night of the year. Ronan slept the same amount around the solstice as he did any other time, so Declan wasn’t sure what was different about it. He just knew it was coming.
Each year, Aurora helped the boys construct a new advent calendar, helping them to count down the days until Christmas.
Smile, Declan, she’d say, You’re so serious. Look how few days until Christmas, when your father returns.
Declan would look at the number of days until Ronan’s bad nights, and he would not smile. By the time Christmas hit, Declan’s eyes were bagged and sleepless.
What do you want for Christmas this year? Aurora asked.
No more secrets, Declan thought.
The first bad night that year was the nineteenth of December. Behind the advent calendar door had been a tiny wooden wren ornament with a golden ribbon. Declan had hung it on the tree too high for Ronan to reach and Ronan had thrown an absolute shit fest over it.
Boys, Aurora said. There will be another ornament tomorrow, and Ronan can hang that one. Go play together.
They did not go play together. Ronan wanted to, but Declan was sick of his face. He’d been watching his brother all night long for three days already, scrutinizing his sleeping face for evidence of oncoming disaster.
That night, when Ronan began to whimper in his sleep, Declan looked up from his post by Ronan’s bedroom door and threw a koosh ball at him. Ronan groaned and rolled over.
Declan had to wake him twice more that night, but there were no secrets.
The day after that was unseasonably warm, and the boys went outside to kick a ball around the cow fields. There was the unexpected gift of one thousand starlings, who had settled in the dun-colored grass on their way elsewhere. The birds shouted and squawked busily, moving in concert when startled. The game of kick ball quickly became a game of seeing how close the two Lynch brothers could creep to the flock.
I’d like a bird army, Ronan said.
Declan thought of how plausible such a request was for a person like his younger brother, and, thinking of what Ronan’s room would look like in the morning after such a manifestation, said, I don’t think that would be very interesting.
You’re never into anything. You’re the most boring person I know. Ronan leapt to his feet. He ran into the flock of birds with such speed that their shock took a few seconds to catch up. Then he was in the midst of them, surrounded completely by birds scouring the air with their wings, birds and brother indistinguishable.
That night, when Ronan began to shift in his sleep, Declan woke him a little more roughly than was needed. The fourth time, he jerked the duvet off his brother, making no attempt to hide himself.
MOM!
Niall returned on the Solstice. It was a properly chilly day; no snow, but the ruddy grass was all turned white with frost and the trees were muted gray and the distant mountains beyond the trees were icy blue. Niall had them unload the trunk of his car, which was full of tantalizingly odd-shaped gifts. Secrets, some of them, Declan was sure, which were fine, but what he really wanted was a microscope set. None of the boxes were the correct size for that, which put him in a cross mood. Ronan’s euphoric mood — Ronan was always ecstatic when Niall returned — made him even crosser. He watched his brother on Niall’s shoulders as they played Giants around the barns, and he watched his mother and Ronan roll out sugar cookies, and he watched Niall set Ronan on the roof of his car for a better view as he flew one of his secrets high up into the sky for Ronan to watch.
Declan, come in and play with us, Aurora said that evening after they’d returned from Mass. She’d set up Chinese checkers by the fire. Ronan was already installed by the fire, laying on his stomach and looking through a peculiar book his father had brought home; it made Declan’s stomach twist to look at it, and after a moment, he realized that it had no pages — it had merely the impression of pages. The story hummed out of the book without words. Ronan was reading it without any apparent discomfort, and why would he have any? He was the same kind of impossible as Niall.
Aurora reached a hand toward Declan. Look, you can have one of your presents early.
It was a bag of new pieces for the game, ten intensely black-purple marbles. They shimmered like a raven’s eyes. They were so entirely to Declan’s liking that he went to his room and cried instead.
Let him go, Niall said, sure and he looks like he’s been up for a month.
When he woke, it was well into the night. Solstice night.
In the other room, Ronan was sleeping. Dreaming. Declan began to shift to get out of bed to begin his watch, but then he thought about all the bad feeling inside himself, and he didn’t. He rolled onto his back and warred with himself. Ronan might wake with something dangerous; Ronan deserved it. Ronan might get hurt; Ronan deserved it. Ronan might spend Christmas with one eye; Ronan might appreciate what Declan did for him then.
Through the wall, Declan could hear Ronan whimpering.
Declan was tired of managing secrets. There was nothing brilliant about dreaming for the one left awake.
Declan put his pillow on his head.
In the middle of the night, he woke.
He didn’t know at first why he had woken, because the world seemed dark and strange — a moment later, he realized he still had his pillow over his head, twisted round with the comforter for an airless, soundless nest.
When he removed it, he heard a squalling howl. For a cold, pulseless moment, he thought it might be Ronan. Then it came again, and he thought that it couldn’t be. There was something quite primal about it.
Guilt shoved him out of bed and sent him into the hall and through Ronan’s door.
The squall came again as he entered the door, and fear chittered through him. He hated the secrets. He hated them. He hated being afraid.
He smashed the light on.
There was Ronan.
His younger brother was stretched out on the bed. He looked incorrect. Badly assembled. This was because he was paralyzed, which Declan knew from rueful experience meant he had brought a secret from his dream. His light blue eyes stared at nothing. His mouth was parted in pain, and his arms were covered in scratchmarks that hadn’t been there when Declan had last seen him on the hearth. The book Niall had brought him laid open within hand’s reach.
Declan didn’t know if Ronan could hear or see when he was like this, but he bent in front of him and said, you messed up, Ronan!
The squall came again. This time it was obvious that the source wasn’t in Ronan’s room. This was a curious facet of the secrets; sometimes Declan found them right next to Ronan — but not always. Sometimes he found them elsewhere in the house. And sometimes he never found them. He would just know that a paralyzed Ronan had manifested something somewhere and hope that it was nothing that would ruin the secret. Declan was terrified that Ronan would manifest a monster in his room one solstice.
The cry came again, and Declan left his frozen brother behind to step into the hall.
He found Aurora there, golden hair disheveled, wrapped in the silken blue robe Niall had brought her.
In her arms was a child. A baby. His hair was as golden as Aurora’s and as curled as Declan’s. Aurora was smiling at him, and the baby was already smiling back, comforted in Aurora’s arms. He cooed.
Declan said, Ronan—
Smile, little Declan. Aurora tousled Declan’s hair. Don’t tell anyone about this secret.
Mend your heart with art.
A day after canceling upcoming performances due to concerns around the coronavirus, the Metropolitan Opera announced that it would stream en
More free quarantine art!
The Philharmonie is closed – so we will come to you!
Also check these out, for visual art!
Going into a self-quarantine can have many complex issues and complications beyond having enough food and supplies for two weeks. In terms o
songs to daydream and make edits of your otp to in your head (or the ones I use for those anyways lmao idk why I made this pls don't hate on my choice of song)
I actually have more buuuuut..
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
enjoy the songs tho :3
fic things that never get old
• when they’re blatantly denying their feelings but then person A does that thing and person B is like “oh shit I do love them”
• nightmares + comfort
• nightmares + crawling into the other person’s bed (props if the fic is enemies to lovers)
• person A: “wait, you like me?” person B: *facepalming*
• one person being super confident and sassy and the other being shy and reserved but also a sucker for affection
• MUTUAL PINING
• when they’re kissing and someone lets out a “soft gasp” (its so cute okay?? let me live)
• person C: “I don’t mind that you have a boy/girlfriend but them?”
• person A being surprised when person B knows how they take their tea/coffee
• “is that my sweater?” “no” “yes it is” “it’s comfortable, okay?”
• drunk confessions
• soft “I love you”s
• sneaking out at night
• literally anything under moonlight and a sky full of stars
• wiping away the other person’s tears (so fucking soft help)
• purposely flirting loudly just to see the other person blush
• accidental “I love you”s
• forehead kisses???? cheek kisses???? neck kisses????
• someone says something rude and person A just goes “hey, I’m the only one who gets to insult B”
• protective hugs
• “I’ve never told anyone that before”
• angry “I LOVE YOU”s
• person B: *smiles* person A: “woah”
Thank you for finding me.
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This is super cool!!
I think it’s cute that thing humans do when they see a boat pass and the people on the boat wave at them and they wave back. For absolutely no reason. They don’t know each other they’re not trying to communicate anything other than “LOOK! I am on a boat!!! Hello!!!!” “I see you!!!! On the boat!!!! Hello!!!!!!!!!!” in a genuine moment of wholesome human connection and excitement.
you’re all fighting over the ponytail zuko discourse, but let me introduce you to the cursed concept of
pigtails zuko
