killing time

[reaumantic]

i don’t lose hyperfixations they just go dormant until I hear something about it like a sleeper agent

[ripe]

chrisweeet on ig

[sergle]

what is hetalia

don’t worry honey, it’s nothing, go back to bed

[marchmedicine]

My sweet child 🐰

[cornflakesdoesart]

Cozy kitties based off of my own cat and my friend’s Grafit!

[self-healing]

enough with fantasizing! go out and do! reject being paralyzed by fear!

[capacity]

[looli-lailay]

in love

[looli-lailay]

pining

[dayatthepark-deactivated2021011]

Arthurs a cold hearted humanities major he doesnt get it

[zelly-fangirl]

just in case we all forgot how insane the Cards Against Humanity people were

[quckidon]

wow this book obliterated me i am no longer living my heart is shattered and i am barely alive read the book please and thank you

[the-salt]

Being 20+ in fandom environments and constantly seeing discourse about shipping etc is basically just this meme

[peelingmandarins]

me replying to messages 10 days late and blaming it on my busy schedule to hide the fact that my depression has me thinking simple correspondence is an actual workload:

[qglovedu0293842-deactivated2021]

peace

Alfred had found that Arthur was, most of the time, in some sort of mood. He was complaining, or lecturing someone, or starting a fight with Francis, or getting all defensive about something stupid, or (on bad days) on a journey to ruin everyone else’s day. 

There were around 15 minutes a day when Arthur was at peace:

the moments in between when they had sex and when Arthur fell asleep. 

Alfred was finally starting to master those moments.

He rolled over onto his back and pulled Arthur closer to him. Too content to protest, Arthur only managed a grunt. Alfred pressed a short, firm kiss to Arthur’s temple, and Arthur started to squirm in his arms.

“Hey, hey, no, Arthur, shh,” Alfred crooned into Arthur’s ear, not about to lose this moment. He secured his hold around Arthur’s waist. “S’okay.”

“Don’t manhandle me,” Arthur mumbled, almost slurring with sleep.

 “M’not. I’m sorry. C’mon, just relax.” He kissed Arthur’s temple again. Though Arthur gave another grunt, he fidgeted and settled into Alfred’s arms.

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