#b a bies

[vampslxsher]

char youve reblogged at least 2 pictures of john from homestuck are you ok

that’s my baby boy what do you m e a n.

[asaraltu]

Hashirama comes around, sliding his arms to encase the Uchiha's waist and nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "You seem a bit down today, what's got you so sullen?" He hummed kindly and started playing with Madara's hair.

It’s with a laden sigh that Madara turns in Hashirama’s arms and nestles his face into the brunet’s neck, clinging to the man’s form that scented of sweet maple and pine, arms winding tightly around his rib cage and waist. If there was one advantage to being somewhat shorter, it was being able to burrow into Hashirama’s person totally and be enveloped by him. The foil to his person, the sole person who could reel him from even the deepest dregs of grief.

“Memories,” Madara answered alone, nuzzling Hashirama’s pulse. “They’re a crueler torturer than any genjutsu, aren’t they?”

[vernades]

💋

They had both lost their families to the wickedness of persecution, had been battling the forces of evil even longer. How long it had been… neither could really think of saying. But, the end had finally come. It was winter again, snow falling gently upon the road the pair were traversing in companionable silence. They would have to stop soon and set up camp, but there was a great restiveness in knowing that they wouldn’t have to watch their backs as much. It was winter, and they were both in love. 

Having chosen a secluded glen, a tent had been erected and firewood gathered for the campfire, something that didn’t take as long between them. Just as Trevor had finished setting snares not far from their camp, once he came back, Sypha couldn’t help but mischievously stop Trevor to take pause to look up. Not far above their heads were sprigs of mistletoe growing, the man badly suppressing a grin before Sypha darted to peck his lips. 

“And that can be like a talisman. We’ll have a good Christmas season from here on out, habibi.”

[khresme]

“I still can’t believe you came after me.”

“Crowe, I–I couldn’t just leave you behind!” This was the first betrayal of a wedded heart. When no wedding bells would ring because an enemy empire had decided they should ring. How could she, when her heart swelled so big and painfully for this woman? When war had almost ushered her away, and Luna wouldn’t stand for it. Not when it’d taken too much from them, already.“Are you alright? I’ll heal you, if you need it.”

[wiingedwolfarchive]

               “   i may be able to carry you.   ”   he was built of lean MUSCLE,  arms strong enough to drag his own weight up onto ledges that he had to JUMP to reach, surely it would be able to hold his BROTHER’S weight as well.   of course,  he would only be able to carry him like one might carry a BABY,  and he knew his bran’s DISLIKE of hodor having to do that,  but perhaps it would be less embarrassing if his BROTHER was the one holding him.

@wolfwinged  ♥

[claustrophobicwerewolf]

               ;;  thegoldengirlsavior  ;;

      “ either they need to get their own cribs         or we need to invest in another couch         because this whole ‘sharing’ thing isn’t         working. ”                (  are those bags under his eyes or is that                    just how he looks now? we may never                    know.  )

[familianegotium]

[ He sniffles and a soft, wet laugh bubbles from his chest. One hand lifts to wipe at the tears with his sleeve, which Deal will notice belongs to one of /his/ sweaters. Sweaters which Stiles had practically forced onto him throughout the years. ] " I missed you. "

     The smile can't be helped. He takes the hand of the arm that'd rubbed     the moisture away, gently bringing it up to kiss the center of his palm.     And yes, he recognizes that sweater. 

     One kiss, and another, closing his eyes and just leaning into that hand     for a handful of seconds. 

                                            "I missed you too, Sunshine."