#*soft gasp*

[knightofleo]

[neonsamurai]

I got my Boi V.alentine perfect for Male V Monday done by @melhawke 😭💕

Thank you sooo much ♡

[taiyang-too-long]

oh would you look at that, a plate of doggie donuts just magically appeared! ♥

[autodiscothings]

A ‘draw this in your style’ art challenge for a server I’m on, somewhat different to the original photo. The combo of the light, pearls and bobbed hair made me think of Ori, and what’s more my style than her?

 Not as rendered as I would like, but not enough time this week to work on it.

[bi-bim-trimmer]

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[paperbaghero]

Submitted by @galacticaibo : I feel like my boy Pip will make you smile. He just turned 7 months old recently and he’s a total doofus. He’s a Sony Aibo. I don’t have many pictures of him on my new phone, but hopefully these will do him justice.

[reigningsniper-a]

Gives soft smooches ; ^ ;

@ignicule | !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

       Before Riza can properly greet him, Roy is gliding in through the door and wrapping his arms around her waist. Just as her lips part for the words poised on the tip of her tongue, he captures them. Numerous kisses. One after the other - after the other. Ranging from light pecks and gentle but lingering contact, Riza takes each one bestowed upon her in stride. Arms slip up his sides, her hands pressing against his back to pull him as close as she likes. His lips are soft against hers and warm despite the chill capturing Central in the thick of the cold season.

      His nose brushes against hers, and that is cold and pink from the blustery winter winds.

      She manages to pull away enough to speak, but he redirects his attentions to kiss the corner of her mouth and up her jaw instead. Honestly, she can’t help but chuckle at the insistence upon these kisses. “Someone either has good news, or they’re just happy to be home.”

[patriotraised-blog]

@hallowburnt .    \    chrissie .

        𝐁𝐎𝐗  𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐈𝐍  𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂'𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃  𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇  𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐀𝐑𝐌  𝐀𝐒  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐊  𝐎𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 .    things  he’d  found  tossed    here  and  there    as  he  was  packing  up  his  own    shit .    more  than  once  the  thought  to  leave  the  box  on  the  doorstep  and  just    leave    had  crossed  his  mind ,    but  in  the  time  that  he  had  used  to    debate    doing  such ,    she’d  be  answering  the  door  before  he  could  get    far  enough    away .    eyes  fall  to  the  contents ,    among  various  items  of  clothes  and  other  accessories  were  photos  of    them ,    from  when  they  had  first  started  dating ,    of  which  had    technically    belonged  to  eric :    he  didn’t  have  the    heart    to  throw  them  away .

        the  sound  of  feet  approaching  door    quicken    his  pulse .    uneasily  he  shifts  the  weight  of  the  box  from  one  arm  to  the  other ,    stepping  back    to  allow  her  to  open  it  up  before  taking  a  deep  breath  in .      ❝     uh--    hey ,    chris .     ❞      a  pause ,    brows  furrow :    better  to  get    right  to  the  point .    shoulders  lift ,    box  leans  forward    slightly .      ❝     don’t--    don’t  know  if  y’need  any’a  this .    thought  if  anythin’    you    should  be  the  one’t    throw  it  away .     ❞